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I think my day at work can best be summed up by a journal entry by Josh, the 16-year-old kid I worked with today:

Today I got to work with that Jerome guy for the first time since I started work on Monday. Man, that guy’s cool - so many interesting things to say and he didn’t mind the heavy aura of cologne surrounding me this morning.

I worked with him for the first half of the day and kept pressing him for details on living on your own, student loans and other adult things. With all the talking, the entire morning just flew by!

After lunch, Jerome worked on his own, assembling chairs to be shipped off to California and I was stuck doing various things all afternoon, which I managed to screw up. I managed to use the wrong screws on a bunch of stools which then had to be taken apart and remade. I also knocked a tower of chair bases onto a workstation pump for the air-powered screwdrivers. I think it broke, but I’m not sure. After that, they seemed to try to keep me away from the assembly stuff for a while.

At the end of the day I filled out my job card wrong but Jerome didn’t tell me because he’s a real asshole. Well, that’s what I hear.

Hey, you don’t know! He could have a journal and it might say that.

In the past, I remember friends telling me that the radio station they listened to at work played the same shit every day. Until now, I had never experienced this. However now I am in an environment where there is a radio and it’s set to a station that won’t upset people, so general rock. Some current but mainly lots of older stuff. And they play the same stuff every day. I’d say about a third of what is played is the same every day. Maybe even half.

And there isn’t a lot of good stuff that is played, either. I’m lucky if I get three good songs in a day mixed in with a bunch of the same repeated garbage. *shakes fist at Celine Dion*

Today, the Barenaked Ladies’ If I Had $1000000 was played. I don’t know about you but my favourite thing to do if I had a million dollars (from the song) is:

…we wouldn’t have to eat Kraft Dinner
(But we would eat Kraft Dinner.
Of course we would, we’d just eat more.)

Anyway, busy night tonight. Got some groceries finally, did some laundry, had dinner, threw out the password on the old journal, came up with an actual title for the new site (not sure if it’s permanent - I might change it on a whim) and made a lunch that actually includes meat!

…but we would eat Kraft Dinner

June 16th, 2005 at 12:39 am | Posted in dailies, heidt

 

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