Experimentation With Methods To Keep Sanity

Hey everyone, guess what? I'm a piece of putty that can be moulded into anybody's hand! Haha... Why do I say this? Well...today at work, I resolved to tell my boss that tomorrow would be my final day since I cannot cope for seven hours on the line in complete silence with only the whir of the machine motors to preserve what little is left of my sanity. I said this to him on my third break, though far less eloquently, and the simple answer I got, in Oscar's thick Bahamas accent, was "Dat's a leeme reeson to quit!" catching me right off guard. My perfect plan of attack was ruined. I then started to babble about how it is so tedious to work on the line, and that I need *something* to keep me going...a train of ungrammatical sentences which was thankfully interrupted when he told me that tomorrow I should bring in what else but...a boombox. What's more, he said I can play whatever I like. And if that doesn't perk up my spirits, I am free to leave (though if I ever want to come back, I'm always welcome). So, it looks like I will be working at least one more day to give this boombox idea a try. My music of choice is Queen - I really hope it goes over well with everyone. And if things suck, I'll bid them all farewell. (Yet somehow, I think I will end up staying...*sigh*...Heather, thy name is putty...)

Oh yeah, I also have a sad story from the plant today. Apparently, yesterday evening when the night shift was on, there was a jam in the machine that crushes up pop cans. A guy named J-- decided that it would be a wise idea to jump onto the conveyer belt and try to loosen the jam without turning off the power. You hardly even have to guess what happened next. All of a sudden, the generator sprung back to life and ground up most of J--'s right leg in the process. It was only because of the quick thinking of his coworkers that he survived. They managed to pull the emergency safety cord in time, and pull him out before he was sucked in any further. It was frightening to imagine that such an event could have occured not only in my workplace, but in the very area that I work. This was not a matter of the plant being unsafe, everyone. This was a case of pure stupidity that could have been avoided if J-- had left the matter to the professionals at the plant and waited until all machines were completely shut down. In any case, the incident hit me and the other workers pretty hard. I don't know how I would have handled such a crisis if I had been one of the workers who saved J--...what scares me is that I doubt I could have acted as quickly as they did.