Installment 6 of Life As a CNC Machinist at Godzilla Tool
Tomorrow I will report to work at 10pm instead of 7am. My training on the Tru-Trac centerless grinder is over. My apprenticeship under John is over and I must return to the graveyard shift. Its been three weeks of instruction.
John and I had one more day of confrontation and arguing. It was on Friday before the last at the end of our shift. It happened because of my facetiousness. He decided to stay on longer than he wanted after I ruined a part. I disagreed because it was the type of mistake that was routine and that he himself --- despite his two years of experience --- had made. Previously, I had shown ample ability to perform the specific job. I resented his unwillingness to trust in me. In fact, I was offended. In my view, his supplemental supervision was totally unnecessary. I ws tired of having him looking over my shoulder. However, helpless as I was to persuade him to go on, to just let me be, my only recourse was to make his life as difficult as possible for each additional minute he remained. The result was that at somewhere around 4:30pm, half an hour before closing time at 5pm, I finally spent his patience and he broke down.
Now, I understand if you might feel irritated (at me) for causing this strife, for apparently bullying this man, as well as for endangering my job in times when jobs are harder to come by. But remember how I've previously mentioned that "it happened because of my facetiousness?" I never took any of it seriously. I was playing and often I just push things along until someone runs out of patience. It's not my fault that life is full of humorless people, or that people take too much seriously too much of the time.
For example, my friend Estefaniia, who I told last Saturday night in the movie theater while waiting for "Lincoln" to start. She's an "ex," so maybe that's why she gave herself license to respond like this:
"JUST HOW MUCH LONGER DO YOU EXPECT TO KEEP YOUR JOB THERE!"
She didn't hear my answer because she was too busy loudly admonishing and catastrophizing the incident; which by the way was, "I plan to work there for another five months, when a year is up and I've earned my week of paid vacation."
I didn't hit anyone over the head with a hammer. I just jabbed someone and created a spontaneous outburst of emotion. When did argument become so politically incorrect...?
As a post-script, I am thankful that I worked on day shift for three weeks. I got the opportunity to meet and get to know a lot of the guys on first shift. For example, Art the former Navy man who arrested real-life pirates on the open sea, Carlos the entrepreneur who lived in a half-million dollar home before the Great Recession, and Morrison, who is a diligent and studious Christian.
And I can't forget Kendall, with whom I got into a very loud and confrontational political argument in the lounge. Kendall thinks that Big Oil corporations like ExxonMobil pay so much in business expenses and fines that they can't afford to buy new rigs so they can avoid disastrous spills like the one a few years ago in the Gulf of Mexico. He also thinks that businessmen like Mitt Romney are not just legitimate, but excellent economists. And by the same token, he can't name ONE great living economist.
Clark and Tiburcio, my graveyard team, here I come, with a new skill!