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my job has gotten better, I figured it would. it's amazing the things we humans can make ourselves get used to... or in my case, tolerate. They've got me on the acid line, which sounds way more cooler than it really is. I'm on a 4 foot platform, there's a row of about 15 tanks with various hazardous chemicals in them, nitric acid, something called Entec, a "caustic" (I dont know what that is either, yeah I got some good training you can tell... all I know is that everything has a warning label above it and the health hazard says 4, which is the worst possible). so theres a machine that carries 12 barrels each with 125 pounds of ammunitions. it dunks them in the various tanks at some cycle I havent caught onto yet. when it's done with a barrel, every 7 minutes, I take the lid off, which is quite heavy, position the barrel above a conveyor belt and empty it out, then I fill it back up.... in between cycles I'm SUPPOSED to be watching 4 different machines/conveyor lines that bring shit to me or take shit away from me. Realistically the shit fucks up in between every cycle so the whole night is spent with me running around picking shit up off the floor when the machines overflow cuz the conveyor gets backed up. and they have quotas too.... On Fridays the acid line is shut down so I was packing shit, which is SUPPOSED to be the easiest job, the machines kept fucking up and the I had to watch the other other four machines so I really only worked not even half the time packing and the hourly quota said 180 pieces, I dont know if a piece is one box of 25 ammos or one case of 6 boxes of ammos... I REALLY hope it's the former or else I'm in big trouble.... Like I care. They lucky I aint stealin shit yet. Theres a metal sign on the wall with all these funny pictures and its like propaganda against stealing from the workplace. yeah, I'm gonna steal it!

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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