Today was full of adventure all six hours of work. No sooner had I clocked in than Boss told me he wanted me to feed the free knife. 15 minutes later (after watching Boss dump half a pallet of books on the floor), I had 3 nice, deep paper cuts. Ouch. I kept making Skeeter (previously Flirty, but we decided this flows better) get me bandaids so that I wouldn't bleed all over the books.
There's this cool, sucking thing that takes the paper scraps from cutting into this pit where they collect and build up throughout the day. If the paper reaches as high as the paper shoot, though, then someone has to jump into the pit and flop around until the scrap level is lower. Skeeter did this the second time. It was awesome, but I would have been afraid of papercuts all over my body, and that would not have been cool.
Eventually we ran out of Primary manuals to cut (not really, we just couldn't get to the other skids because someone had them blocked with different books), so it was back to the Cave.
I love the Cave. It is my happy place. In the Cave is where resides my beloved Punch and filing jobs. Therefore I was not upset about having to go back there. But then Puncher and I were punching around, you know? And the dumb machine started having mega issues (as it also did Friday, but we didn't blog about that), so we eventually gave up and I filed for a while.
After filing it was off to the Cutter with Skeeter and Puncher. That thing is kind of scary and reminds me of Le Guillotine. But it's awesome, too. We then had to ride one of the fork-lift type things around and I almost died, but it worked out OK and it was good fun.
And that's the end. Six hours of crazy.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths