Brave New World

I don't know if I like it yet. I'll be honest. Yes, to a degree the amount that I will like a job right away is somewhat proportional to how well I understand what I'm supposed to be doing. For example -- FMC = awesome; LSI = sucked. So far Rugers is somewhere in between those two things. Maybe I should just describe my day and let it speak for itself.

I wake up in the middle of the night, drag myself out of bed, take a shower, get dressed. Then I drive 25 miles to Newport. I park approximately 8 miles from the door I need to enter, which has a metal detector -- everyone has to go through it going in, going out. I should mention that when I drove in I didn't even know where that door actually was, and I found it while walking. Then I was led down to the office, and subsequently led down to the assembly cell I'll be working in. I was quickly shown a complex and almost incomprehensible procedure by a disinterested female, but luckily that wasn't what I started out doing. Instead, this other kid named Allen showed me something else, and I speant most of the day working on that. That involved attaching pieces to various gun barrels, drilling the screws in to hold it there, and then checking something the straightness of the barrel with some doohickey. I jumped in with all the gusto I had, and I may have done so-so, but I'm not really the best judge of that right now. There were a few problems and mistakes here and there, and I had to remind myself that it was only my first day. Of course, I have no idea how quick I'm supposed to pick this up either. And I had the feeling that I was slow and holding people up, which I hate. My hands were covered with grease most of the time, which is something that Jen says is a turn-on, and if I ever get to see her again with our conflicting schedules maybe that'll pan out into something.

However, the people in the cell seem pretty nice. They're kind of a rowdy bunch overall. There is one girl who seems kind of stand-offish. If I'm going to be the Big Dog there I'll really need to be on my game, because some of those people really know their shit. And right now I'm trying to figure out how I'm ever going to remember which pieces go with which guns, because it's somewhat baffling to me at the moment.

The people I'm working for do seem nice, and there appears to be zero chance that my lead person will eventually snap and go psychotic on me, or care a whole lot about my personal life, which is about how I like it. And this seems like a real company, so I don't think they're going to take a lot of shit. That's cool, since I'm generally an exemplary employee .... for the first while, anyway.

The jury is out. The hours are long, and I believe I'm working Saturday, too, for their mandatory inventory, which starts tomorrow. I do think I'll start enjoying it there more when I start picking this shit up. We'll see.

In the meantime, I should probably get to bed since I have to get up in the middle of the night.