Finally I understand

Last night there were only three techs scheduled, including myself. There are supposed to be five of us, or possibly four on weekends or holidays. So far, every time I have been one of three because of a call-in or a scheduling hiccup, it has been pretty much a nightmare. It has never been truly busy on those nights, but I always feel like I am running around all night doing all of what little work there is while the other two sit around chatting.

Last night, it was me, the only person with seniority over me on the shift, and Junior (as in Smitty Junior, orrrr Super-tech Junior).
It was easy! I did some work, but so did everyone else! After complaining for weeks, I finally see that it does make sense to just have three of us some nights. Maybe they should just pay more attention to which three of us are there.

Get your stories straight

When I walked in, JJ told me all the hot ICs would transfer to CSM2. The only one still there went to IC1.

V-dogg told me he'd transfer 60,000lbs. Then he told me 30,000 from each. Then he transferred 30,000 from one, waited a few hours, and transferred 30,000 from the same one.

New girl, SN, told me organic 2% was coming from PT1 and PT2.... That's not even possible.

One of the blenders came in and asked me the solids on YH1. Nobody ever asked me to check YH1. V-dogg tells me to check it in twenty minutes. (New blends should agitate for at least half an hour before a check). Beavis came ten minutes later and said it just finished blending.

They told me to take my time with a check, so I went to lunch. When I got back, JM had already checked it because they needed the answer immediately.

Brilliant. My paperwork was a mess. Also, splattered yogurt all over myself. Oh and sprayed Beavis with water from the second floor.

Quote of the night

I don't feel well, I drank too much homoport.

Just a coincidence

You might already realize this, Internet, but in case you haven't figured it out, I am not exactly a girly girl. I have also never gotten along with my father very well, I was never a daddy's girl.

In my entire life I have been referred to as a "lil princess" exactly twice.

Both of those times have been while working this job, and both by members of the blending staff.

This just did

At the very end of the night last night I went to bring a garbage cart to the dumpster. The temp working there made small talk with me while we threw the lab trash into the compactor. He asked me if anything funny had happened last night. I said, "oh there's always something" but I couldn't think of anything specific. Then I wondered what I could possibly blog about...

  

Yes, i'm making a Jersey Shore reference

MH and I were sitting in the clean room, calibrating the cryoscope when she says, "so...I like pickles."
There was enough of a pause after that comment to make it seem like a completely independent thought. I laughed. She couldn't finish the story because I was laughing at her.
Once we collected ourselves, she continued, telling me about a barbeque she had attended with her boyfriend and that there had been homemade pickles and that her boyfriend had made the generalization that all women like pickles...because Snooki does.

Monday monotony

There's something about twelve hours of milk audits that just fries my brain. Eight or nine hours in I realize I have no idea what I've even been writing on my audit sheet because I'm just so locked into the routine. Like when you're driving a real familiar route and you don't remember the drive but suddenly find yourself at your destination.

Noooo (vartis)

The worst torture I have endured at work lately is spending half of a twelve hour shift without an ally but with the hope of leaving early and then after working my tail off to make that happen, not being able to leave.

Saturday nights' alright for tetra

Lucky DR got to leave early since nothing was going on. I wanted to go home but she had a bad case of seniority. 

Why I can't hold on to a bad mood

My job sucks sometimes, but I really do have the greatest coworkers ever. I was in a terrible mood last night, I hadn't eaten or slept much on my night off, and soy pudding was not making things any better.
I was frustrated and extremely cranky.

Picking up on this, all of my coworkers started doing my work for me to the point that I had to stop them and tell them I wasn't that busy, I was just being obnoxious. They acted like I was having the most overwhelming night in history until I just had to smile and relax.