I remember working both day and night shifts on an assembly line. Day shift was pretty good. The line was fully staffed, we had a full compliment of maintenance guys to fix the line when it went down. Good music.
Night shift was crazy different, way better. No management. Understaffed, and no maintenance people. So, some stations were always slower and you could sit down for a bit. Nobody was in the drive-thru at Taco Bell at 3am. And, it was seriously 15 degrees cooler in the plant. We never hit our quotas, and management was pissed. But we never had to see them.
There is something so freeing about not caring about what piss of management. The day I realize that being efficient and managing to meet crazy deadlines was not benefiting me in any way was like a gasp of air after drowning in the mindset that working hard will get you recognized. Instead, when I started to say no and not caring, I got a raise? Of course, ymmv.
I remember working both day and night shifts on an assembly line. Day shift was pretty good. The line was fully staffed, we had a full compliment of maintenance guys to fix the line when it went down. Good music.
Night shift was crazy different, way better. No management. Understaffed, and no maintenance people. So, some stations were always slower and you could sit down for a bit. Nobody was in the drive-thru at Taco Bell at 3am. And, it was seriously 15 degrees cooler in the plant. We never hit our quotas, and management was pissed. But we never had to see them.
There is something so freeing about not caring about what piss of management. The day I realize that being efficient and managing to meet crazy deadlines was not benefiting me in any way was like a gasp of air after drowning in the mindset that working hard will get you recognized. Instead, when I started to say no and not caring, I got a raise? Of course, ymmv.