- Barb and I work the conveyor belt - we whine - we get moved.
- Barb and I work the bending room - we whine - we get moved.
- Barb and I work the warehouse - we whine - we get moved.
The job is to take the electronics parts from the boxes, weigh the correct amount and put them into little plastic bags. It's lucky that Barb and I have reached a sufficient level of high school math to be able to handle this one. Who knew?
Amazingly, we sort of take to this work. We are even more jazzed when we learn that this is one of their more skilled positions in the company. We last almost a week before we begin to get that familiar old "let's run" look in our eyes. Sensing our displeasure, the management finally does something we don't see coming. No they don't fire us - they offer us a raise!
But Barb and I aren't falling for that one. We pack up our little lunch bags and leave, never to grace the electronics industry again.
Somewhere in a small town in Wisconsin they tell of tale of two young, working girls who knew what a diva was long before the Paris Hiltons and Nicole Richies were even conceived.