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Exit The Machine
12 years ago
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It is over.
As of last Friday I am no longer an employee of 3M. I am no longer making sanding discs for eight hours a day. I am no longer standing there for eight hours a day, staring at the same scene over and over again. I hated it there. I did the same menial task over and over again, on and on until my mind went blank. There was never any progress. Finish one order, take another. An endless stream. No beginning and no end. I had no energy, no urge to do anything after work but sit slack jawed staring at pretty pictures on my computer screen. I felt my life had become the job, that I only existed to sleep and make discs. Twenty minutes a day is far too short for food. A ten minute break passes in a flash. Then more discs. Tray after tray after tray. I couldn't take it. My mind snapped. I broke down in the shower one morning. That was the beginning of the end. Two weeks later and it's all over. I am unemployed again, back to searching the want ads. Perhaps this time I can get a job I like.
As of last Friday I am no longer an employee of 3M. I am no longer making sanding discs for eight hours a day. I am no longer standing there for eight hours a day, staring at the same scene over and over again. I hated it there. I did the same menial task over and over again, on and on until my mind went blank. There was never any progress. Finish one order, take another. An endless stream. No beginning and no end. I had no energy, no urge to do anything after work but sit slack jawed staring at pretty pictures on my computer screen. I felt my life had become the job, that I only existed to sleep and make discs. Twenty minutes a day is far too short for food. A ten minute break passes in a flash. Then more discs. Tray after tray after tray. I couldn't take it. My mind snapped. I broke down in the shower one morning. That was the beginning of the end. Two weeks later and it's all over. I am unemployed again, back to searching the want ads. Perhaps this time I can get a job I like.
I liked mine (a block away from 3M, heh) for a while because they let me have my music, I even put up with eight hour days being rare luxury for almost 2 years...
Humanity is determined to make everything miserable though; they eventually took away my music, after a hundred other attempts to make the job mind-destroying, so I had to quit.
Working at HyVee now. Don't mind it too much...but of course it's not really making the income I need..