Futility
Today something was screwed up on machine the pours into the molds. For those of you who aren't, "in the know" I work in a factory pulling out Polyurethane decorative stuff that people put on their houses. However, today probably slightly less than half of the parts that I pulled out where useable because the machine something in the mixing process was off. All the parts were turning out really soft. The sides of these parts were so soft that you could chip the edges away with your finger.
I know what you are thinking. Steve you get paid the same regardless of whether the parts are good or not and even though you didn't accomplish much you probably did the same amount of work even though you had nothing to show for it. At the end of the day pulling a crappy piece of crappy decorative crap is just as worth less as pulling a functioning one. Still I would rather accompish something than waste my time.
And here is the kicker tomorrow they will have to fix the machine so I will be sanding instead of doing my normal job. This will suck more.
Such is life.
I know what you are thinking. Steve you get paid the same regardless of whether the parts are good or not and even though you didn't accomplish much you probably did the same amount of work even though you had nothing to show for it. At the end of the day pulling a crappy piece of crappy decorative crap is just as worth less as pulling a functioning one. Still I would rather accompish something than waste my time.
And here is the kicker tomorrow they will have to fix the machine so I will be sanding instead of doing my normal job. This will suck more.
Such is life.
