Current mood:	infuriated
Current music:	Symphony No. 9 in E minor, 'From the New World'- II. Largo

Bloody Fucking Hell
So, I said I would inform people about my co-op at Kimberly-Clark but first I have some ranting to do.

I got a phone call from my parents today, and they told me that my room assignment had arrived. So it turns out that I'm going to be in room 205 of Wads. This fucking pisses me off because I spent over three hours on the phone and sent five emails to request the third floor after I learned from Jake that sleepy hollow was coming back since it was no longer a female hall. The result of all those hours being on hold and the emails and they put me where I don't want to be. I was told that I would be placed where I desired to be placed. Fuck res life to hell and then bring them back to earth and then fuck them to hell again so they'll know what's coming the second time and dread it worse.

So anyway now about my "thrilling" life in Wisconsin. I've been working for Kimberly-Clark in bumsville Neenah since January. I work in a mill that makes feminime pads and adult diapers. Yeah. That's going to look great on a resume "improved efficiency in the production of adult diapers." At first I hated the job because I had nothing to do. I would spend days pretending to learn how to use AutoCAD and SolidWorks when in reality I had already figured everything out in one day. In about February I was given some real work to do. I was to study the feasibility of replacing several sections of lineshafts with a 2 3/16" diameter shaft instead of the current 1.5". The reason they gave me the job is becuase I could fit inside the machine and take measurements unlike every other over-weight employee. Since most of you have no clue about the layout of the machine, I will provide a bit of info. I was working in a portion called the forming room, where the pad form is formed (took a genius to name this room). To primary ingredient in these pads is some powdery white chemical called super absorbant material 115 (SAM). Of course this stuff is toxic to breathe. To enter you have to have all this protective equipment which causes you to sweat. And of course all the motors in this section of machine bake the room to 90 plus degrees. Sweating inside your little space suit mask and coveralls, really sucks. So that was a thrill. Since then I done some other projects, designing a lot of brackets mainly (boring!), but mostly I've just become a draftsman (also boring, though at least I get to use SolidWorks). My boss was amazed the other day when I told him I had never taken a drafting class before. He looked like he was going to go into shock but then told me he never would have guessed due to the quality of my work. So I must be doing something right. Lately I haven't been given anything to do at work. When I first started they gave me a list of projects they wanted me to complete during my co-op term except that I finished all of them back in March. So generally I do about 20 twenty minutes of work in any given day. It's very boring. I guess that's one advantage of starting work at 5:30 everyday, you can pretty much daydream until lunch at noon. So a normal day is get in at 5:30, check my email, reply to any that need it, go to a series of meetings from 6:00 to 8:00 in which I rarely have to participate, just attend, finish my daily drafting by 10:00, and then wait for lunch. After lunch I stare at the computer screen without actually looking at it and then go home at 2:30. On a good day I get a new drawing to enter into the system and if I'm really lucky it will be an assembly, so it might last me all day. I spend time converting AutoCAD into SolidWorks. It would be a lot nicer if my boss didn't sit in the cube next to me so then I wouldn't have to look like I'm working when I'm not. So work sucks.

And then I come home. I live in a house that a couple who both work for KC rent out to co-ops. There are a total of 6 people living in this house. During the winter term I lived with the dumbest group of people I've ever met. There was the redneck from Tennessee, the other person from Tennessee, a girl from Tech, someone from Chicago, and the fat smelly bastard from Wisconsin. These people all deserved to be smashed in the heads with rocks repeatedly. I wouldn't have minded it some much if they would have just left me alone. But no, they all felt that I was being anti-social, which I was because I couldn't stand these people, and so they're solution was to try involve me in every little aspect of their lifes. No matter how annoyed and how much I yelled at them they wouldn't let me be. I think it was because if, I wasn't around then no one in the group would be able to make any decisions. Let's see, there was the redneck who thought he could chugg a half bottle of tequilla and he nearly killed himself. There was the smelly Wisconsin bastard who was so fat that he couldn't fit in the shower stall, and refused to use the full size tub and shower in the downstairs bathroom because that required walking up and down stairs. There was the other Tennessee person who spent more money then he made and was always bugging me for money. The Chicago kid went home every weekend so his girlfriend could do his laundry. And then the Tech girl, a snow cow, who had the brains of a cow. And of course all of these people were slobs. Needless to say none of them where asked by the company to stay for the summer. So I got 5 new housemates in May. They're better in the brains department but all, but one, are rich spoiled rotten children who feel that the don't have to save money, because that's what mommy and daddy are for. The one person was mortified that I took lunches to work or that I cooked dinner every night. And nothing is worse that a rich foreign student, because he's from Eygpt and doesn't know how to react to people. But he actually speaks great English. I guess there's a cultural thing. The one normal homesmate is decent, but he stand the others so the only time I see him is on weekends when all the spoiled brats go home and go on trips to see how money they can spend in a weekend. But the summer people are definitely better because with the exception of the normal one, they rarely here because they're off partying or sampling different restaurants. The result is that the house is much cleaner. I never really thought of myself of a tidy person before I came to Wisconsin. I just like not having mold grow in the kitchen sink, and toothpaste splattered on the mirror, but I guess that makes a neat person.