Hell can always get worse. A lot worse. Apparently people on the team have been slacking. Probably me included. Now two wonderful not pains in the ass regional managers have decided to station themselves at our plant for the foreseeable future. Guys who will just wander around the fucking plant ready to point out every single fucking thing you are doing wrong and lecture you about it. Maybe even get you fired, god willing. Now everyone is on edge and insistent in doing things the “right” way. That includes all the safety bullshit most of the senior technicians ignore because they’re a fucking chore to do for an already pain in the ass job. Managers and senior techs looking over your shoulder ready to give you a hard time for just about anything. I don’t give a fuck about this job. I never have. It’s a technician job that’s meant to torture me over the fact that I’m not good enough for an engineering job. I’ve always done the bare minimum. Because why would I do any more than that? I get paid $20 bucks an hour and 12 hour shifts in a shit hole warehouse where alarms and conveyors and annoying associates are screeching 24/7 for your attention. Wrestling with stupid fucking rollers and belts and bands while you’re sweating your ass off. Why in God’s name would I “go the extra mile” by taking pictures and locking everything out within 75 feet from me and taping everything off and making stupid work orders for things that would take 5 minutes to do? Now I actually have to try at my job. What a travesty.
If I get fired from this, it would be the best thing to happen to me. It would make it so I can never get hired for an engineering position ever, but I’m already not getting hired for an engineering position. Bet the world a billion dollars this is how it’s going to play out. The best and worst possible outcome.
If that stupid fucking warehouse burns down tomorrow, I’d celebrate with a nice steak dinner. And if I’m in it while it burns down, even better.