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Loafing's Over

Well, my days of loafing are over. Starting Monday morning anyway.

I had my tour of the plant today, and I must say that I don't ever want to see a cow "knocked" ever again. One minute they're alive, being led in, BAM then they're dead. Must be the girl in me. I can handle every other part of the process, I just don't want to see that again. Well, so long as I'm not the one that has to degut them...that didn't look pleasant either. Though I bet there's more money in that position.

Anyway, I'll be in the processing part somewhere. "Product pull off" I hope that means I'm pulling the meat off the line after someone else has already pulled it off the cow. Not that I couldn't use a knife if I had to, I just prefer not to. I'm far too clumsy to trust myself even using safe methods.

Orientation is 7am sharp Monday morning, and continued Tuesday. I'll actually start learning the job on Wednesday. I haven't quite gotten shifted around to sleeping nights yet, but I will be shortly! LOL!

I wonder if Justin and I will argue less once we're on the same relative schedule? I hope so.

Off to look for a book.

Comments

Jean-Luc Picard said…
No, I wouldn't want to work in that part of a plant either,.
Anonymous said…
Good luck with your new job, hope it is in a section you are more comfortable with.
Ciera said…
I'll get there anon

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