Feelin':  Tyrannical
Medium: Zao- Awake?
The industry, I've learned, is a whole lot more tightly knit than I anticipated. Within 24 hours of me getting the job, people in four breweries knew about it. At least two people sprang at the open position that I'm creating. It kind of made me leary that I'd made a poor choice, but I was reassured that joining the team at the Pike was a solid decision. Full benefits, salary, laid back coworkers, a well financed brewery that pays attention to the Department of Labor and Industries (even before injuries happen).
As a sidenote, a good friend of mine recently got drenched head-to-toe in this heavily caustic sludge. It happened when a hose clamp blew under the force of a pump much too strong. His skin was fine, but he was rushed to the hospital because the outer layer of his cornea was burned away. He couldn't see for three days, and it was uncertain whether he'd get his vision back in his right eye. My mother was appalled when I told the story to her, "Oh that's horrible! Did they fire him?" Of course this is only half funny, which makes it twice as funny.
Unlike leaving Starbucks, I can see the aspects of my current job that I'll miss. And, of course, those that I will not miss. I'll miss the driving, but I won't miss the staying overnight. I'll miss the cool brewers, and will not at all miss the stressed out shitheads. I'll miss the free good beer, and will not even remotely miss the free bad beer. I'll miss the familiarity of the equipment, but I won't miss being on a first name basis with the manufacturer. I will miss knowing strange towns and cities like the back of my hand, and the powerful, liberating feeling that comes with it. I'll miss driving the fork lift fast. I won't miss finding the dead rats in the brewery that no one is willing to clean up.
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