brainstorm session conglommerate
after summoning up some repressed childhood memories, i think i win for the worst job ever.
i'm not talking about my job last year at the radiology lab in the basement of the hospital (with no windows), surrounded by all chinese male computer programmers who would sneer at me because i didn't know anything about computers, and who only spoke mandarin (which i don't understand) (not that they talked to me much anyway), working as a data monkey looking at mammograms and excel files all day. that job really wasn't THAT bad, considering the fact that i never went to work.
i'm talking about my first paid job ever. i was 8 or 9, doing factory work for my uncle.
every year my family would road trip from windsor to (the greater) chicago(land area) and visit my disciplinarian aunt and uncle. (=family+our favourite vacation spot).
my uncle runs an import-export business doing much trading of merchandise between china (=my pet peeve), taiwan, and the u.s.
one incoming shipment that year turned out to be somewhat defective. the merchandise in question was an abundant supply of wire plugs, about the size of a thumbtack. on each of the plugs there was a hole with a diametre of 1 millimetre. unfortunately some of the plugs had holes that were malpositioned. luckily for my uncle, he had a slew of extended family staying with him that week. ...how convenient...
the next thing i knew, my uncles, aunts, cousins, brother and i were inspecting each of the thousands and thousands of individual plugs, keeping the ones with the hole in the correct place, and discarding the ones with the malpositioned hole. next we would count, pack, weigh, and label each portion.
after the first two days i had had enough. so, i took off my good-girl mask (=demasking! and layers...) and revealed the inner youngest-child-brat-demon in me (=bad habit). it was tantrum time and i was going on strike. the union failed to show any support, so i found myself pouting alone in the corner for the next few days until the job was done. of course such behaviour did not get away without consequences. in all fairness, my uncle took a cut out of my pay, meaning that i did not get to go to great america (theme park in illinois...that makes illinois, illinois).
ok. i think i'm gonna go to the great outdoors now and think about movie reviews.
i'm not talking about my job last year at the radiology lab in the basement of the hospital (with no windows), surrounded by all chinese male computer programmers who would sneer at me because i didn't know anything about computers, and who only spoke mandarin (which i don't understand) (not that they talked to me much anyway), working as a data monkey looking at mammograms and excel files all day. that job really wasn't THAT bad, considering the fact that i never went to work.
i'm talking about my first paid job ever. i was 8 or 9, doing factory work for my uncle.
every year my family would road trip from windsor to (the greater) chicago(land area) and visit my disciplinarian aunt and uncle. (=family+our favourite vacation spot).
my uncle runs an import-export business doing much trading of merchandise between china (=my pet peeve), taiwan, and the u.s.
one incoming shipment that year turned out to be somewhat defective. the merchandise in question was an abundant supply of wire plugs, about the size of a thumbtack. on each of the plugs there was a hole with a diametre of 1 millimetre. unfortunately some of the plugs had holes that were malpositioned. luckily for my uncle, he had a slew of extended family staying with him that week. ...how convenient...
the next thing i knew, my uncles, aunts, cousins, brother and i were inspecting each of the thousands and thousands of individual plugs, keeping the ones with the hole in the correct place, and discarding the ones with the malpositioned hole. next we would count, pack, weigh, and label each portion.
after the first two days i had had enough. so, i took off my good-girl mask (=demasking! and layers...) and revealed the inner youngest-child-brat-demon in me (=bad habit). it was tantrum time and i was going on strike. the union failed to show any support, so i found myself pouting alone in the corner for the next few days until the job was done. of course such behaviour did not get away without consequences. in all fairness, my uncle took a cut out of my pay, meaning that i did not get to go to great america (theme park in illinois...that makes illinois, illinois).
ok. i think i'm gonna go to the great outdoors now and think about movie reviews.
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