I'm a social person. It's part of my Meyer-Briggs Personality. (ENFP.) I've been enjoying my job recycling motors (tearing them down and taking the parts upstairs to get sold on Ebay) despite this. (I'm usually completely alone in the workroom, except for one day a week where I get a coworker.)
But I think I'm starting to go a little nuts.
I told a motor yesterday if it passed triage (meaning I couldn't tear it down fully or at all) then it was going to hell.
It passed triage.
But I think I'm starting to go a little nuts.
I told a motor yesterday if it passed triage (meaning I couldn't tear it down fully or at all) then it was going to hell.
It passed triage.


Sometimes that's just what you gotta do, to deal with the madness all around you. Don't forget to inform the engine tomorrow that it doesn't have to worry about being sent to hell, as it's already there.

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