3:30am - again!
This is ridiculous!
Why am I doing this?
What if I just don’t do it?
Ok, I need some money for cigarettes and tea.
And to escape the daily lard bombardment.
But working for these bastards is wrong.
Some guys refuse to work for a week per month.
The price is solitary confinement.
I don’t care.
Hydraulic punch press machine.
There is a huge box with unfinished drawer runners.
It’s super hard to snap the pieces into the clamp and to take them out.
The machine punches a set of round and oval holes into the metal runner.
They gave me cotton balls for the noise.
They do nothing.
I started at 5:45am.
By lunchtime at 11am I got 500 pieces.
2’200 pieces is the norm until shift end at 3pm.
“You’ll have to be at that rate by Friday!”
“And if I don’t?”
Hate that foreman.
50-70 marks pay a month.
A pack of cigarettes is 1.60, I need 3 a day.