Thursday, November 13, 2014

Stress Tests, who needs them

After receiving a rather high number on my heart calcium scoring test, my Doctor, in her infinite wisdom, decided I need a stress test. (I knew there was a reason I avoided that profession) So I made the appointment for this Friday morning, bright and early 7am.

The Rules:
1. No caffeine for 24 hours before. (I think they forgot I have caffeine running through my veins, instead of blood.)
2. Nothing to eat or drink after midnight, including any medication. (so no advil to counter the caffeine withdrawal migraine I will get)

I question the wisdom of telling someone no caffeine, as that in and of itself, will stress a person out. Add in that I work the night before, 6pm-6am. and have to deal with total idiots for 12 hours right before this test, without killing any of them. (Can you feel the stress level rising already? I can)

Once there they will run a base scan, then they have you exercise to the point of exhaustion (that should take all of five minutes, specially with my breathing being messed up lately), then take another scan. (That is if you don't croak in the meantime) They tell me the whole process will take 3-4 hours if all goes well (WTF!). Darling, I can tell you right now, if I make it up to, and through that test, without going homicidal, it went well. Never mind how the heart turns out, my sole goal is to stay out of jail at that point. My internal sleep clock states if I'm not tucked in by 11am it will revolt, I will get sick. If this thing takes the full 4 hours, I'm screwed. I then have to try and drive 30 miles home, in direct sunlight. I'm a night-worker ffs, the Moon is my sun! (To any of my LEO buddies out there, please be heading in the South bound lanes, Thanks)


So if y'all don't hear from me by Saturday, either send flowers, or bail money.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Lost another one

So, last week I had to let yet another temp worker go. This time it was an older gentleman. He showed up to work on time, but unfortunately that is not enough. He was mechanically, and technically challenged (both a requirement for this machine), plus hard of hearing. I tried training him repeatedly on basic operations, but it just wasn't to be. When I tell you not to turn your back on a certain section of the machine, it is for good reason. The reason being I don't want to have to come back and clean up a 30' lake of water, with an eight foot puddle, of now hardening polymer, floating in the middle. And every time I turned around, he had his back to that particular section. If you can't hear if the pelletizer jams, and you can't see it when it jams, HOW are you going to stop the machine?
Not sure how many more temps I will go through, before I find one like my original trainee.
My very first helper was a middle aged, Laotian born fellow, who picked stuff up super fast. And I mean he picked up anything I showed him quickly. The machine type did not matter. Show him once, and BOOM, I could walk away without worry. I had him trained on the quarter-folder, the rewinder, the recostar, all of it. Then upper management thought it was a good idea to transfer him to the meltblown, since he learned so fast. (sad face) He later left our company to go back to school. God I miss him.
Since then I have yet to find one even a quarter as capable as he was. And I should know, I have gone through roughly three dozen trainees since then.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Speechless

Last night at work I was transferring some dusty polymer from transport bags, to a silo, via a vacuum hopper. You raise these canvas bags up with a forklift, suspend them over the hopper, and cut a small hole in the bottom, so it can slowly pour out. The bags are about 5 feet tall, 4 feet on each side, and weigh roughly 2000 pounds. When you near the bottom of the bag, you end up wrestling the last few hundred pounds around a bit, to get it to come out. You get covered in the crap. Head to toe. I was wearing a dark maroon sweatshirt and navy shorts, that fine white powder made me look like a bad ghost.
One of the forklift drivers came over, and asked "Are you ready for the next bag?"
I looked down at my now white coated clothes, glared back up at him, and said "Do I look ready for the next dayem bag?"
Without missing a beat he said "No, you look like you just had an affair with Charlie Sheen."



Yeah, he won that round.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Good Help

Good help is very hard to find now a days. Since this post I have gone through two more trainees. By the time I go on vacation in August, I am suppose to have not one, but two new ppl trained up on the machine. At this rate I won't even have a half a person. (someone who can do very basic running, but knows nothing about the computer controls yet) Is there really no one out there, regardless of age, who can make it through a 12 hour work day without whining, or texting on their phone? Is what I ask really all that much in this day and age? Someone who wants to show up on time, and do a decent job? Granted the pay isn't anything to write home about. The company pays $10/hour to start. But dayemmm isn't that what His Royal Magical Fart Monger is pushing for anyhow? The work, in and of itself, is not hard. You load a conveyor with material, restart polymer threads, and pretty much stand around the rest of the time. (With an occasional "OH SHIT, WHAT DID I JUST DO?" moment thrown in for good measure) I am almost afraid we are at the bottom of the barrel now, all the good ones have been used and abused elsewhere :(

Thursday, April 24, 2014

I'm ME again

After waiting eight weeks, I have finally received my state tax refund. This means the Feds have straightened out the SSN issue on their end. I am still waiting to hear from them in regards to what happened. (if I ever do, that is) But it is a huge weight off my mind. I will, of course, continue to monitor all the credit reporting agencies, to see if something weird shows up, and I have them flagged to alert me, but for now I am a very happy Cat. :D

ME ME ME ME ME It feels good to be ME!

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Edgar Allan Poe quotes

I was reading a few poems, from my favorite dark poet, and decided to share a few of my favorite ones.

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

“I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.”

“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”

 “...And, all at once, the moon arose through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.”

“When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.”

-Edgar Allan Poe



Tuesday, April 1, 2014