I learned a lot over those six summers. Da da da DA – another list for your easy-reading pleasure.
What I Learned On the Line:
That starting work at 6:45 am sucked, but getting out at 3 pm rocked.
That going to rock concerts on work nights was stupid and awesome.
That when you are around potty mouths, you become a potty mouth.
That I could do manual labor with the best of ’em.
That learning a new job wreaks havoc on your muscles.
That everyone’s soul has a little youth left in it.
That no matter how ergonomic a chair claims to be, it’s still uncomfortable.
That the quiet ones have the most to say.
That everyone was a little wild in their younger age.
That people are willing to admit things only months after doing something wrong.
That it takes a strong marriage to make it in a factory.
That summer help can sometimes turn into permanent help.
That working in a factory is kind of fun.
That you do end up making friends–real friends.
That while it was incentive to stay in college, part of me will always miss it a little.
That it was comforting to come back to the same people summer after summer.
That as a woman, just saying hello to a man with no other intention can cause a world of trouble.
That as a man, vice versa.
That if you dress up for work, people will think you’re snooty.
That no one cares if you wear the same two pairs of pants over and over again.
That you’re bound to get hurt on the machines.
That people jonesin’ for a cig on their breaks can walk faster than Olympic sprinters can run.
That potlucks are Red Letter Days.
That we all gossip.
That few apologize.
And that we were all meant to be there at some point.