How this came to be:
-the heat: it saps all will to move/think/breath/enjoy anything what so ever
-the people: today Crystal kept up a constant monologue about how they should be running the line and made me go with her to essentially tattle on the guy running the line (he's really cool and I enjoy chatting with him so this really pissed me off) for not providing us with a fan immediately when Crystal asked for one, to which the shift supervisor made him give us his fan.
-the lack of social interaction: at least this week I have Andrew (the car guy) to talk to but there are less people on the line so we can only talk when it is broken
-the machine breaks down every damn minute: for 30 minutes today I was in the first spot and had to stop the line every 30seconds because either the recipe weren't falling into the boxes, the packets were coming to me empty, the packets were open and subsequently covering my hands/the conveyor belt/floor in disgusting pectin or all of this was happening simultaneously. It was so overwhelming and frustrating, i couldn't stand it.
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