First Week

Well, week one is behind me.  Twenty four hours worked in 3 days.  My fingers look like sausages and my entire right arm and shoulder are on fire.
I started a job Saturday packing automobile parts-car rings and bearings.  Twelve hour shifts, 3 day weeks.  
The hours are insane.  I work 4:45 AM till 5:00 PM.  I'm up at 3:45 to get ready (shower before bed because it takes hours for my hair to dry), out the door by 4:30 because it's a 10 minute drive to work.  (I'm lucky.  Some of the people I work with have hour drives and live just over the Time Zone line, which means it's an hour later where they live than it is here.)
The day starts with stretching exercises, then we're given our job assignments.  There are a handful of lines where parts are packaged.  They are coated with machine oil and delivered in plastic sleeves to the plant.  The bagger is the first in the line.  He/she wears cotton gloves to keep skin oil off the parts.  The bagger places each part in a plastic bag and drops it in a box on either side of the line for the boxers, who build their boxes then pack the parts in the boxes and send them down the line to the packer who packs the boxed parts into cases for shipping.   Breaks every 2 hours with more stretching at 11:30 before we go back to work after our lunch break, then a long walk from our work area to the employee entrance at the end of the day.  We walk about 1/4 to 1/2  mile just coming and going to our stations at the beginning and end of the day.
Today is my first day off and my husband sweetly let me sleep in, and just wants me to relax.  I never blogged much, but plan to try to keep a "journal" of my time at work, because I haven't done hard physical labor in decades.  This will be an interesting journey being 51 and starting something new.