Achy Break back, abs, arms, thumbs...

After only 7 days of labour at M******* Plastics/Packaging Factory, I must conclude that I am insane. Lounging around at home doesn't seem so bad now. I spent the entire 8 hours of today's work day making stacks of no-drip toddler cups and trying to avoid the glares of the supervisor (they call him Hitler). Basically, for the next three weeks, I'll live and die by the break/lunch schedule, kept on track by the automatic buzzer that sounds more like a signal for cattle branding or something. Moo.

It's a Chinese factory, meaning owned by a Chinese person, run by Chinese people and employing Chinese people. Very typical in the GTA. For some reason, the other workers there can't remember my name. So far, I've been addressed as: Diane, Leon, Leona, Anne, Lee, Liavernin, Leffannen and soh mui ("silly girl").