dead in two...

the difference between 1 and 2 is a fractions of mishaps. not long before one thing slips and you fall, okay enough of talking like i have a point...

week two in Flex,

i been asked to use not just my legs and arms but my brains, i've been told i know nuts, i've been told i'm not doing anything to solve the problem.

and it was all a case of mistaken identity. more like mistaken jobscope or designation. so in just 2 weeks, i've had 4 urges, to slap the process engineer, QA engineer, production supervisor and the process trainer. there is shit in so many different shades.

you know this new job might just be the thing i need to lose weight. the production floor is so huge, i walk about 8km in a day. and sometimes the work out is good, although sawing off tables without a jigsaw seems a little under fetched. being an industrial engineer, and automatically people think you're the furniture guy. or the guy who gets you the computer. people, people, we do layouts and set ups, we're not the movers or DHL. its gonna take me awhile to learn to ignore idiots.

'Macha, you're gonna get into a lot of trouble with your mouth' - Navein...

okay, enough about work. what else, errrmm...

ohh, thats all folks.