Work work work...

Hey, so on night shift, Saturday morning and Sunday night shift is mandatory... Thurs-Fri and Fri-Sat are overtime days... There are no buses on Sundays. So, we'll see how this turns out.

I got my first paycheque today. Just for three days last week... $260.01. I'm not on direct deposit, because I didn't have a cheque, and I couldn't order some, because I'm broke. So I needed to collect my cheque and deposit it, which meant I needed to wait outside the temp agency for 45 minutes until it opened after I finished my shift.

My left foot has one blister on the middle toe, and my right has two on the middle toe and one on the pinkie. Is my right foot weaker than my left?

The factory is about 50% male and 50% female. Factory work seems to not by any means be a male-exclusive trade. It's interesting, how, in some areas, the glass ceiling stays intact, while in others, it has broken.

Oftentimes in factories, they put males on tasks requiring heavy lifting, while they put females on work that requires repetition and dexterity. In my opinion, the females have it rougher. Since our tasks are dexterity and repetition, I guess this is a kind of feminine job.

Today was considered overtime, and while on days, very few people came in, on nights, there was only one person on our team who didn't come, and I didn't really notice a difference in the general population size.

There's a guy at work who thinks my name is Jason, and I let him think it too long, and now it would be too awkward to tell him that's not my name.

I got some ties from Secondchance! Now my suit is full.

I have this pocketwatch that got disconnected from it's chain, so it still works, but I can't open it. In Katimavik, I was always playing with it, and managed to open it only twice, never finding a consistent solution. The other day, Mom found a solution: she pulled the cotton swab off a Q-tip and stuck it through where the chain was! I can't believe it, all this effort, and a Q-tip shaft was all it took! The shaft stays in place when it's in my pocket, and it doesn't even take any effort more than that of pressing a button to make it open and close! And if it breaks, what does it matter? It's just a Q-tip!

I have pocketwatch because somebody got one for me for Christmas, because I told that person I don't wear a watch, because having something on my wrist bugs me, and I always wind up carrying it in my pocket, and then it breaks.

I got my blue stripe in Karate the other day! There's a Saturday class at 8 AM that I thought I would never attend. I was like "There's no place I will ever be on a Saturday at 8 AM other than in bed!" But now I'm working Saturdays, I get off at 7 AM, and my bus goes right by the dojo...

My batteries are running low... 6 hours sleep today, 5 the day before, 5 the day before that. Having difficulty adjusting, and I don't have any free days to catch up. At least one more week I have to do... Every day is cumulatively more difficult. It feels like I haven't stopped working since the day I started. Time off feels like little more than my 20-minute lunch break.

It's difficult to say what's so hard... I'm in there, and I wonder if it's my legs hurting, but they're relatively okay. They hurt, but not more than I'm used to putting them through. I wonder if it's sleep deprivation, but it's the same way for that.

And when I get off... Waiting for my cheque felt only slightly better than working, and when I got home, even sleeping felt like a chore, even though I was tired... Food doesn't taste good anymore...