My day always starts the same, with my alarm going off signalling i am gonna be late if i don't wake up. I role out of bed straight into my jeans, scrounge for socks, and grab a uniform shirt. I slip shoes on grab my smokes and head out to the truck. I struggle to get my old chevy to start but when it does, it smokes worse than a drug bust. After she starts I take off down the main drag towards work and i always hit the red light so i put on my shirt and light another cigarette. I make it to work with enough time to run in and change my shoes to boots. Then the job starts, i work at a car production plant, we make parts at my line. I am required to watch, inspect, and stack parts all day, along with help set dies start robots and etc. Today we started with the tubs, (spare tire section of the vehicle), which are my least favorite part, we ran a thousand of those. Then we loaded up dies for the door pillars, (the driver and passenger side door supports which have a seperate set of dies) which we ran for the remaining 6 hours of the day. we ended up running 700 hundred of the drivers side, and 1300 of the passenger side. I changed out of my boots back to my tennis shoes and practically ran out to my truck just so i can be free of the job. the truck started pretty easily and i headed home finally catching the light when it was green. when i made it home i took off the shirt and fluffed my tail to relax for the weekend by writing a new song.