the occasional hell
June 22. 2000

Work was hellish today. Remember the thunderstorm last night? It knocked the entire system down until about noon. Which means we had absolutely no work. Which means I was sent to places unknown, specifically the box making area of the warehouse.

I do have to say, if nothing else, the employees of my workplace are unfailingly nice and considerate people. I walked over to the box making area and presented myself, and was immediately put to work, what else, making boxes. I had no clue what I was doing, and they were very helpful. The little machine that I used was actually pretty nifty. You get the folded, flat box off the pile, open it up, fold in the bottom and send it through the machine, which very neatly and efficiently tapes it shut. I was enamoured with it for about 5 minutes, after which the work became boring and tedious. I cannot imagine doing this for 8 hours a day.

The place was sweltering. It was humid outside to begin with, but the warehouse, with such little ventilation, quickly became a 10 acre oven, even with fans to cool us off.

The system was finally restored after Dani and I got back from lunch, and that meant (oh joy!) we were flooded with work. Joe sent Dani and I upstairs to 4 zone, which, by a strange coincidence, was run by Liz's husband Leonard. It was there that I realized just how immaculately well Liz runs B zone, because it was complete chaos up there in 4 zone. That, coupled with the heat, the noise and the conveyor working only sporadically left me more tired at 4 pm than I have been in weeks.

It was a bit of a novelty being upstairs, though. You get to see all of building 1 from there. There are conveyors running this way and that, crisscrossing and running over and under each other, all filled with boxes. Some of them go incredibly slow, and some go so fast it's hard for your eye to keep up with them. All of it gives the impression of some great, complicated but ultimately useless machine.

After work, my mom and I went to Harrisburg to do some shopping. I got:

1. A pair of Birkenstock sandals, brown leather with backstrap. On sale because there is no way in hell I pay over $50 for a pair of shoes until they are really knockouts.

2. "The Soul of Sex", which I took up to the cashier with a straight face, thankyouverymuch.

3. "Her Face", a pictorial anthology of the Virgin Mary throughout history.

4. I am aware of the irony and dictotomy of the items number 2 and 3.

A nice day, though I am tired as hell. I can't believe I used to update this journal every day...where does the time go?

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