Wednesday, October 17, 2007

What a day, what a day...

It was quite an eventful day today...where do I begin? I guess I'll start from the beginning...

So I work with some slackers. All too familiar in every work environment I've been in. I work, someone(s) else doesn't. I get frustrated. But I still work. And they don't...

We were putting out jewelry as we do every morning and my boss comes in. He says, where is so-and-so's job (a work envelope, basically -- we call them 'jobs') and says they're asking for it. I shrug my shoulders because I haven't even heard of their job. My coworker brings the job envelope and hands it to my boss. They go back and forth. We find out that it was cast 4 days ago. And literally, all that was done was that it was tumbled (the step after casting). It had been sitting for 4 days...and my coworker...um...they're barely at their bench, anyways. My boss says, no wonder why they're pissed! I take the job, because unfortunately, since I'm the one that works the hardest out of the entire shop crew, I know it needs to be done 'yesterday', and I can get it to a state to pass on to our stonesetter today. My coworker..it would probably take them a few weeks to get it to that state. Why? I have no clue. Seriously..I think if I even tried to be unproductive, it would still take me less time.

Now you see, the excuse..oh I'm backlogged...I have *so* much to do. That's cause there's too much of nothing going on. That's what happens when you don't work, your work piles up higher and higher. Duh. And as a reference, before they worked at the shop, I was doing their job and my job so I was essentially doing the work of 2 people. Now I do the work of 1.5 people...

We finished putting out the jewelry, and I went to the back. My coworker was working on castings. I heard some stomping around, a bit of slamming (not really slamming, but louder than usual) objects and things like that. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. I sat down at my bench and worked on the piece in question. My coworker came up to me and said that they were having trouble cutting the sprues off. Um...they were just snipped for one, and there were a few places where it looked like a rough sanding disk had been taken to them. But there literally was no other clean up.

If you know jewelry, you know what it takes. This was a milled piece, which means that it had milling lines all over it. It was very rough. There were two pieces which needed to fit together.

I told my coworker that all you need to do is take a fine sawblade to get this sprue off..."but..." blah blah blah. So many excuses, the same excuses day in, day out. I quit buying it a long time ago.

I slaved my ass off on this piece, saving their ass, for about 3.5 hours straight, not even leaving my bench. Saw saw saw, grind grind, grind....It was to a point where I could pass it on.

I took it to our stonesetter and explained the job to him. I sat with him for a while, told him it was due 'yesterday' (by the way, he *hates* that severely, but know that I always put in my effort to make sure my jobs get passed to him in a timely manner. He knows me and my work ethic...). It's a more difficult and tedious job on his part just as well. He says, 'thanks'. He's a sarcastic guy, so I ask him jokingly if that was a sarcastic thanks...then he says, 'Well I know it wasn't your fault."

My coworker comes and asks to see the piece. They say, 'Wow, Marisa, you're fast!' I couldn't hold back and said, 'All I had to do was sit at my bench and work'. Silence. Dead silence...

This job has turned me into a complete bitch. And that's not me. Really. But the slackerdom gets on my nerves. Other people slack, too. Don't get me wrong. But really, when it affects me...it's really annoying. I've saved my coworkers ass on multiple accounts when there is a job due asap or they can't finish something or they 'don't know how to do something' (even though they carry much higher accreditations than I do...). So I am getting annoyed with it, day in and day out. Every day...

I go back to my bench, proceed with job #2 in my box. But I can't do it because a key part is missing because my coworker (same one) lost a vital piece a few days ago and has not even made the effort to look for it. Shoot, I didn't even know there was a vital piece missing, I found something that would work, and was going to use that. But my other coworker pointed out that they carved a piece for it. Ah...so I ask my coworker if they had found the silver bail. *huff*..'no, I guess I'll sweep'. My thoughts...um..you should have swept and looked for it the day you lost it...

They escape to the bathroom. My other coworker starts laughing and says that I really burned my other coworker by saying that all I had to do was sit at my bench and work about getting that one piece done. I shrug and say..well...what can I say? Sweep sweep sweep...my coworker found the bail. Of course it was in its cast state with a relatively long sprue still attached. Me..yeah..I had to cut the sprue off, clean the casting...yeah....

So if you couldn't tell by now, I'm severely highly annoyed at work. Coming to save the day yet again.

Long story short, what an interesting day at work. I vented, yeah. I'm a bitch, yeah. But how would you feel in this situation? I'm just afraid that one day I'll have it up to my neck and just lash out. That's not me. But it's getting bad. Shit, I do my work. I do more than my fair share of work. Do I get recognized for it? No. Do I get compensated for it? No. And so it goes...

If I've learned anything about working over the past 14 years is that I've got a good work ethic that I can't shake off even if I try. It makes me frustrated when I work with slackers (just about every job I've had). So I've come to the conclusion that I'm best not working for or with people. I'm best working for myself...not soon enough, though...

If the work day wasn't bad enough, my 35 minute commute home turned into an hour commute home. I flipped off 2 people, one who cut me off and one who just about ran me off the road in her gigantic fucking Yukon. Yeah...lovely day I'm having here.

I come home, decompress, hug the dogs. They're theraputic. They're cute and cuddly.

I get on the internet, check my mail and sites. I have recently found some old friends of mine on Facebook. I found a few from my study abroad days. Then I found a group dedicated to the Unilodge, the place I lived in. I found a lot more of my old friends through that.

That was 1999. There are so many memories from those years, so many good times. It was definitely, by far, the best semester I ever had. And my god, did I have the tolerance of a 250 lb football player!

But anyways, I just found out that one of the guys I used to hang out with a lot passed away 4 years ago. John was a good guy, always smiling, laughing, and having a good time. He didn't live in the Unilodge, but always hung out there. He and Rod would come over, alot of times the gang would hang out in Clinton's or Omar's room, since they had bigger rooms. Good times. Good memories. A life cut short...

It makes you realize that life is short. Eight years, a lot of things happen. People grow older, get married, have kids, etc etc etc. But I never anticipated hearing that John had passed away...

On the bright side, I'm glad I took a gazillion pictures in those days. Albeit film pictures...But I can scan them in and share them with the group. Good memories...

Rest in peace, John.

That was us hanging out in Clinton's room. Clinton had a cane toad purse (in Australia, Cane Toads were introduced but have become quite the pest, so people catch them and do weird things with them..like making coin purses..gross, I know). A few of the guys were playing with the cane toad purse, with the ultimate goal of putting it down one girls pants or shirt because she was so disgusted by it. It was hilarious. Good times.

So that was my day. One of the record books, I think. But on the bright side, I'm taking tomorrow and Friday off for Waketoberfest. And thankfully, it's good timing. Today in itself felt like a Friday to me, like I had worked a whole week, even though I'd only worked 3 days. So it's a welcome short vacation. I'm ready to blow some steam off and ride!!! Screw work!

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Spiders need love, too

Last night, Sean and I were working on landscaping around the bamboo plants. Once we were done, we headed back toward the deck. Our beagle was staring down a huge tarantula..it had to be the same one that I found in my boot the day before. She likes to eat bugs. And I'm sure by the shear size of this one, it looked mighty tasty! Sean yelled at her, so she didn't go for it. I ran inside and got a tupperware box.



I wanted to capture the tarantula for Sarah so that she could take pictures of it. She is fascinated by bugs of all kinds. Sean captured it. I didn't want to do anything with that part! Then we took him inside, drilled holes in the lid, then set him out on our front patio.



I took him to work today. Sarah did some more research, and found that it appears to be a male. Males do not have long lives. They're most likely in search for a mate. At the end of the day, we took him out..rather..Sarah took him out! She is a brave one, and had him crawl on her hand for a brief second. She took pictures of him, then got him back in the tupperware container. We decided that it would be best to release him back in the wild where he came from. So before we left work, we put in a moistened paper towel in the container for the ride home, so that he wouldn't get dehydrated.

I had Sean release him back in the wilderness of our yard. He put him in our side yard, rather than our backyard, so that our dog wouldn't eat him. Hopefully he'll have a happy life. So sorry to have traumatized him for the day. But I learned a lot about tarantulas and have a better appreciation of them now.

Monday, October 01, 2007

What's that in my shoe?

Yesterday, I had left my muddied hiking boots out on the back patio to dry. After work, I needed to water the bamboo plants, so I went to put them on. I use hiking boots because of the crazy inclined hill and the thought of tumbling downhill with little ankle support doesn't really appeal..especially with a bum ankle.

I slipped on one boot. Then I went to slip on the other...*OUCH* I turned my boot upside down and something fell out of it. I tried to put my foot back in, thinking I got it out *OUCH* Now I was wondering..what the f***? I looked in, wondered if something was stuck to the top, reached in *OUCH* I turned the boot sideways, banged the heel on the deck and shook it violently, and out flew a HUGE tarantula!!! It literally scared the crap out of me. I'm not too afraid of spiders, but the fact that that one flew out of my boot and pricked me with it's hairs not once, not twice, but three times...my heart pounded fast and hard! It landed on the deck, and I didn't know what to do. I put my dog's frisbee on top of it. Then I thought...I want to show Sean when he comes home! So I put the dogs' water bowl on top of the frisbee just in case he was powerful enough to move the frisbee and get away.


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It ended up being the type of tarantula pictured above. I didn't take a picture of it just in case it would attack me. It was HUGE. We estimate the body alone was about 3 inches, so with the spread of the legs it was even bigger. Needless to say, it was one scary mother......!

When Sean came home, I told him that I found something in my shoe. He asked me..a scorpion? No a frog? No...a snake? No. I told him if he wanted to see it, he had to lift the dog bowl and the frisbee. He asked me if it was alive, and I said yes. He asked me if it would attack him, and I said maybe. Am I mean to tease him like that? I wanted to see how he reacted...

He lifted up the dog bowl. Then gingerly lifted up the frisbee to reveal the big brown hairy monstrosity below. The tarantula attacked the frisbee, which caused Sean to jump back and drop the frisbee. I was glad that he had some sort of scared reaction to it so I wouldn't feel so wimpy.

Part of me wanted to trap it and give it to my coworker since she likes bugs. She could always let it loose. But my heart was still racing, and I wanted nothing to do with the beast. I was more worried about my toe (it got my second toe that's longer than my big toe on my right foot). But all is well, I think I just got a few hair pricks and no allergic reactions. Just scared the jaheebaz out of me!

In the end, Sean shoved it over and it ended up at the corner of the deck...