As you might assume, I work on an assembly line of sorts and move about 3700 items on my shift. In an average month I handle about 74,000 items with only 4 errors on average, at about 1000 pieces per hour. At this point, no one knows how many warnings will lead to suspension or firing and apparently we will not be told... So the piece per hour rate has been plummeting in our department. I am aggrieved at the injustice of it all!
I try not to let this situation influence the rest of my day, but it does and I am sad. At the moment, I am stuck in this job because as my family's sole provider, I need the benefits. I am trying to learn something positive
|Ancient Indian petroglyph at Elephant Rocks State Park|
Such first world problems! I am grateful for food, shelter and family. I am healthy, creative, clothed and I have some money set aside for emergencies. I know I am blessed and in reality, this is just a small part of my day, I need to let it go. I am being forced to the edge of the cliff to make a step into the abyss of the unknown. To quote Bob Dylan, "the times they are a-changin'..."