Yup. I now work in a factory. 8 hours a day, five days a week. It is, without a doubt, the most bored I have ever been and work. I spent 8 hours today loading die casts weighing about 12 pounds into a trim pack machine, which shears the excess material. While screaming air the entire time.
I don't like to look a gift horse in the mouth; one of the other temps that started today was starting off of two years after getting laid off, and was a week away from losing his unemployment. But, mindless factory work ain't my bag. But, I need to suffer through this shit for the next 90 days at least. I need to find something worthwhile, something worth doing for money. I hate letting money control my life. But that's what i'm doing.
I feel bad thinking this way. Why can't I just be happy and content with what I have?