Remember that last entry about my first day and how it was borderline magical? Here was an additional post called "day two" that never actually made it to the page because of the following three week event streak from semi-hell that ensued starting the day after.
Here I am again at the new office, it is nearly 5:00 PM and I am trying to quickly write another entry, under slightly different circumstances. I am still listening to the hum of the CIP machine, but now I am hastily eating cheezits out of a beaker as well, as my morning was rather busy and I missed my lunch.
Since 8:00 AM in addition to normal happenings, I have managed a plumbing leak in the bathroom, manually moved 4 very large tanks (shout out to my hand truck!), fixed my centrifugal pump that air locked twice due to my electrician doing some unintentional meddling, hauled 60 gallons of hot highly acidic solution by hand 2 gallons at a time…twice… due to said air lock… sprayed myself in the face accidentally from a dropped hose 3 times, and tipped over $50 worth of sanitation solution and watched it literally go right down the drain. There was proficient use of the F word, and it wasn’t my most shining moment, however, thanks to safety goggles, rubber gloves, and sheer will power, I arrived at 5:00 intact and almost everything got done. At the end of the day, even a semi-crappy day, it is still better than working for someone else, and I am still smiling.
I should have taken my beaker of half eaten cheezits and got on the next plane to Jamaica… mmm rum.
I feel the need to simply arrange the last two weeks into neat points as to not drag this post on to Greek tragedy lengths.
This blog is our journey. Distilled.