plague journaling
May. 27th, 2020 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksContinuing the theme of small mercies, I have the best possible assignment at work right now. It's the twin machines, which are finicky and hated, except I love them and am getting sort of decent at keeping them running. And they've changed the procedure on the job, so I am basically responsible SOLELY for doing that--keeping them running and churning out as many parts as possible for someone else to deal with. I'm tucked on an edge of our work area, sort of hidden between these two big boys. I get to stand up every minute and a half to move parts from one to the next, which keeps my joints from locking up on me. I get left alone to listen to music and dance around, largely ignored.
It's...it's so nice. This is why I like this job. Just me, and music, and some weird machines. Machines that I might one day convince to love me enough to work when they won't for anyone else. Feral machines in need of taming. Oh. It's just the best.
I've got the first couple years' worth of Hidden Almanac episodes on my Walkman as well. With everything on shuffle, I get a little 3-4 minute interlude from an alternate universe every so often. What a good, weird vibe for my day.
It's...it's so nice. This is why I like this job. Just me, and music, and some weird machines. Machines that I might one day convince to love me enough to work when they won't for anyone else. Feral machines in need of taming. Oh. It's just the best.
I've got the first couple years' worth of Hidden Almanac episodes on my Walkman as well. With everything on shuffle, I get a little 3-4 minute interlude from an alternate universe every so often. What a good, weird vibe for my day.
