Factory Music

I made almost a thousand basic frames for KitchenAid mixers today. I easily could've topped a thousand (I make twelve within four minutes) but I had to help new guy who is 40+ years old and is working another full-time job in addition to this one. It's okay, I'd rather help the guy than boast on my blog... but still. ALMOST a thousand.

Surprisingly, I don't get too insane after eight hours of "field assembly." It may very well be that the faint Dylan, Beatles and Queen songs heard on the radio kept me afloat. The other guys quack at me and at each other - there is no hazing involved, racist or otherwise. I can't quack like they do, they quack like they would if they were duck hunting so whenever they start, I just say, "quack quack quack" and they love it. So, camaraderie. Yes.

And still, generally, the general idea is that we are unhappy. And we don't know what to do... except to point fingers. And I was doing that anyway.

Here's just one idea - listen to more music. My friend Lisa travels to Chicago in a handful of hours for New Years. Let's hope she travel safely and has a good time. Piper was supposed to journey home today... I don't think she did. Which means she gets to spend more time at the Kroeze house and we all need more of that.

Oh God. Oh my God.