Everything's OK now that you're here.

I've been getting these "revenge" jobs where they'll keep coming back to me. Had a bunch of postcards that I cut and scored but the scorer is lopsided therefore the smaller stuff (like tickets and postcards) end up lopsided as well. Got them back today to shave the backs because some poked out more than others, even though I scored the same measurements and they looked fine *there are hundreds though so some ended up different anyway* I did the ones I could spot but some were so miniscule that the cutter couldn't do anything unless I started making them shorter than the front. Last week the manager told me "In whatever we do, we value efficiency, right?" And I was like "trick question?" But no, he was serious. I follow that and here we are.

The other day I had to score some pad covers and they didn't have a sample of a pad, that was held completely separate so I just scored them according to the sample of the cover which was just handfolded but I followed it exact. It comes back to me and the manager says that I did it wrong and says to always look at the book and when I say there wasn't a book, he looks at me like I'm stupid. "You folded it without a book to reference?" So apparently the sample isn't always right, the instructions aren't always right and if there's more to a job, I have to track it down somehow, rather than, you know, having one person do the whole thing so there's no loss in communication. He ends up having me shave down the books but whoever did the books had one less than we needed. Also for a job about perfecting paper, nothing is ever perfect, the paper is mostly skewed and the scorer is actually off by a percentage so you'll never get precise measurements anyway other than trial and error.

"You know the spider in Charlotte's Web?"

Had the wife of a teacher come in and give us a speech in high school. She told us about how she got up for work and her dad felt really bad so she took him to the hospital then went to work right after, he died in the hospital and she never saw him again. She then proceeded to say about how she didn't regret it, that she had a good relationship with her dad but she needed to work despite what all her coworkers told her. That yeah, she was sad but she'd get over it, it only lasted so long while the job she was working would last a lifetime, she was where she wanted to be. That this is what her dad would've wanted.

I don't understand how companies get away with not keeping maintenance. Like the place I work is better than other places but one warehouse I worked didn't keep any machine newer than the 1950s other than a giant shrinkwrapper, even made me use an old busted up wooden plank as the crux of my job capping pipe.

I remember my grandparents used to buy dinner for their parents instead of the parent buying for their kids but really our generation doesn't have a choice, we can barely afford to feed ourselves let alone our parents so we have to rely on them to feed us.