Good morning, all! I am so sorry I missed live chat last evening. It's one of my favorite things. I'm thrilled it's coming back, and I promise to be at the next one.
Today is a labor day for me: finish fixes in the GOLDEN APPLE score for the copyist to handle, pack up the cruise singer's charts for tomorrow's shipment, clean off my desk, and begin the Faith Prince charts.
Worst labor: The Sorg Paper Company, summer 1966, the worst summer job ever. Paper mills are already hot because of all the steam, so it was really unbearable in the summer. My job was dealing with completed sheets of paper, at this end of this long piece of humongous machinery: the pulp went in one end, rolled around through the machinery and came out as a huge sheet of paper; memeory says the sheets were around 3 ftx3 ft. These then stacked onto a skid. When the skid was around 4 ft tall, I had to take the paper on some rolling machinery to a storage space miles away, then go back and begin the procedure all over again. As the paper came out of the press (?), I had to block it from flying anywhere but onto the skid of paper sheets. As a result, both my palms and fingers were covered with minute paper cuts, which hurt like hell.
To add to the misery, it was a shift job; every week I had to change shifts, which is hell on your sleeping patterns. The worst shift was midnight to 8, because I do not sleep well in daylight. I would have preferred having one shift the entire summer.