Indiana Bob and the Temple of Doom

That guy came back today to time us, observe, and tweak things. Jim calls him Indiana Bob, hence the accent, hence the title of this post. I was doing slide-fit again, and being as badass as possible, and then Indiana Bob decided to not let Jason and I build up such a lead. For a while he wouldn't let me have more than two ready guns on my bench, and then it was one, and then there was no buffer at all. I'm not sure I see the benefit of that, as when we were rolling along with a two-gun buffer we cranked out 25 finished guns that hour, among the best I've seen since I started there. But he's part of the administration and I'm just a lowly rookie assembler, so what do I know. Doing it with no buffer is hard. Every instinct I have tells me to blow as much shit out as quick as I can, and build up a comfortable lead if at all possible. And it was hard to finish the 2nd gun and then wait for Jim to take them off my bench.

Meanwhile, I'm definitely starting to fit in with the cell. My natural smart-ass personality is already blooming, well ahead of usual projections, meaning I'm a lot like most of the rest of the cell. And I can already bust on Jason and Allen pretty well. I haven't really broken through with Amanda yet, but give me time. Give me time. It was no accident that Jacquie and Casey (the late shift hotties) were both so close to me at FMC. No accident at all. Christie is another one I'm not completely broken through with yet, but I have a better in there than with Amanda so far. Christie has stood up for me a couple times when Allen was busting my nuts in the early days ("Tell him to SHUT THE FUCK UP."). She's a tough rough chick, though, even though she's small. I bet she packs a wicked punch. You know how Meredith was the toughest chick in my crew? Well, while that was true, Meredith was pretty chipper a lot of the time. Christie is just rough. But I like it.

Check back with me in a few months and we'll see how all this is developing.