Lunch

Note to self: don’t bring day-old salad to work. It’s never as good as the first batch.

When I got to work this morning, the table I’ve been working at was cranked way up. Someone very tall on second shift must’ve used it. Really low tables hurt my neck and back, so I thought, just for shits and giggles, I’ll give it a go.

The table comes up to just below my bustline. So I found that when I placed parts too close to the edge of the table, they kept getting moved. By me. Or, more specifically, by my chest.

I thought this was hilarious, so here I was, laughing hysterically all by myself at my Nissan parts. This was a brand new experience for me. In the old days, my boobs getting in the way of my work was never an issue. There was not enough of them to interfere with anything!

Incidentally, I like the table up high, despite this problem. It’s easier on my back and neck. I just have to push the parts forward a little 😉

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