Confessions

Day three in the life of a Nifco employee. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Part 1: Like a ninja, but not really: Its my third day at my new job, and I finally stumbled across the place where my unit conducts their opening meetings each day before beginning work. I attempted to blend in seamlessly while our Japanese overlords gave us an overview of issues, comments, and notices. I couldn't understand a word any of them said. Not because english was their second language, but because they conduct their meetings in the noisiest part of the building. Unfortunately when I was spotted by my supervisor, he said something along the lines of "Ah, so you've finally appeared." Guess my absence at the meetings was noticed after all. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Part 2: I made a huge mistake While talking to my supervisor about things, mostly questions to help me get better integrated as to where to go, what time breaks are, and the big question which still managed to elude an answer (What is my work schedule?), I nodded and said "Sou desu ne" (Something I generally say around friends out of habit, which just kinda slipped out.) His eyes widened. He asked me if I spoke Japanese, and I responded "A little, but I'm not very good yet" in japanese. He nodded with a smile and said "Very impressive pronunciation." I left not knowing that this would bite me back in the ass. XD ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Part 3: Build a wall I was passed around a bit today to help other people who were short handed, and of the press operators I encountered, the one I spent the most time with today was an older woman that I shall call Granny for now. Granny set me on a press that was sped up for whatever reason. Probably trying to stress test me to see if I will crumble and quit on the spot. I didn't. It was boring. One of those jobs I thought I left behind at the last place I was at where I had to stand still and juggle twenty things at once. Only here I only had to juggle few things. Inspect the part, put the part in a plastic bag, put the bag in the box, tape the box shut, put the label on, make a new box, repeat the process. She kept stairing at me when I was developing a more efficient work flow, and every time she tried to tell me stuff, I fell behind. Eventually after about twenty minutes though, she finally left me alone long enough to get efficient at my task. And when I finally reached the point where I could just stand there and space out for a minute while waiting for the next three parts to come out the belt, I heard her yell at me from the other side of the row to "Don't just stand there! You'll fall behind again! Work on boxes so you don't have to make them later. Rather you fall behind now and catch up than be constantly far behind." I sighed inwardly, then built a great wall of boxes, three wide, and six high without loosing any production on the line. It was the only way I could block line of sight and get some privacy so I could stand around and trance out in peace.. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Part 4: Cute inspector girl: There's this cute inspector girl who occasionally pops by and talks to me. But she just turned 18 and literally just got out of high school, so I don't really see her as an option. Give her like two more years or so. Anyways, she started telling me something about labels, and how to always check to see if the numbers correspond with the product. Nothing I didn't already know in my last job. So I said something along the lines of "Yeah, I had an incident in the last place I worked at where an inspector gave me the wrong batch of labels." She looked at me with a strange expression, then said "Oh yeah, wasn't the last place you worked at like a really cutthroat place?" Apparently there are rumors spreading about me. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Part 5: Machiavellian Granny (Pizza incident) Apparently on Fridays, they order out for people. So when granny breached my fortress of cardboard solitude to ask if I wanted pizza, I of course said yes. Then she wrote down my order. Later that day, she approached again to collect the payment. Although I didn't have cash on me, so I offered to pay with card. She relayed this information to the pizza place, then handed the phone to me and told me to give them my card number. I did so, but before I handed it over, I heard "Okay, that will be $54.00." I was like "Wait, my order was separate, right?" But before I could get an answer, granny took the phone back, all like "I'll handle this, Andrew." I told her my name was Andric, not Andrew, and she seemed to acknowledge that, then went away. Lunch break finally came. Granny grinned at me as she left. "Sucks to be you." She says as she passes. I start to get a bad feeling, then arrive at the table. Luckily what I thought she was refering to wasn't what happened, as the reciept for me was about $10. So I looked for my pizza, but my name was not on the list. Only one pizza remained though. I double checked to make sure my pizza wasn't taken by someone, and the person with the list said that there was a last pizza left, but it belonged to someone named "Andrew". ...It was cold when I finally got my hands on it. This was a declaration of war. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Part 6: Least I know now. (Huge mistake part 2:) While working, my supervisor walks up to me, then starts speaking an entire paragraph in fluent Japanese. Like stuff that I'm not nearly advanced enough to understand yet. (I'm not even close to intermediate. XD) But I can tell its a question at least. So I was just kinda like "Uh... Hai?" And he says "That's great. Saturday or Sunday?" I had just unwittingly signed up for overtime tomorrow. At least I finally know which days I don't work. Now I suppose that since my survival depends on it, it's time to pick up the language study again.

I confess i want to drop out of college

I confess that I've accidentally hit some Asian kid in the face with a tennis ball during highschool. He got in the way when I was trying to hit my dumbass friend.

I confess that I'm feeling feels like some type of human or some shit, and I don't know how I feel about it. https://i.imgur.com/PMBbhM1.jpg

I confess that I really dislike having chitchats with one of my coworkers and roomie, but I have to respond for the sake of harmony -_-#.....I cannot immerse myself in the world of music and books (>_<)....仕方がない....

Sab is a name i use in almost every game or social site i .visit. It is short for Sabastion but playing a lot of MMO RPG's over the years, everyone started just calling me Sab. And Bastion is also another part of me in my writing and my Avatar. When I write i always envision me as the character. Kind of silly huh? I actually like being called Sab more than my given name and have actually slipped a few times introducing myself