Was Today Typical? Not Even Close.

So, about that whole “Was today typical?” question… yeah, I finally have an answer.

No.
Not even a little bit.
Yesterday decided to abandon all pretense of normalcy and turn into a factory-floor fever dream.

For those of you who don’t know, I work in a factory—which, despite popular belief, isn’t always a soul-sucking loop of clock-ins, machine hums, and microwaved lunches. Some days, it’s an unpredictable circus. Yesterday was one of those days. Picture this: the machines staged a full-blown coup. They didn’t just malfunction—they unionized in spirit, refused cooperation, and sent productivity into a tailspin.

Going home early? Cute idea. The machines had other plans. Roughly three hours of my shift were spent watching one particularly rebellious piece of equipment “get fixed.” I use the term fixed loosely here, because around these parts, fixed can sometimes mean “smacked gently and whispered to like an emotional support animal.”

Now, some of my coworkers joke that our machine techs don’t repair so much as they band-aid problems until someone else gets tired enough to fix them for real. Do I agree? I plead the fifth… but let’s just say I’ve seen more duct tape than diagnostics.

Still, not all was lost. I managed to entertain myself during the Great Mechanical Standoff of 2025. In fact, I even came up with a new “funny”—a little gem I plan to share in a future post. Consider this your cliffhanger. (You’re welcome.)

So, was today typical?
No.
Was it survivable? Barely.
Was it blog-worthy? Obviously.

Stay tuned for the laugh I promised. Spoiler: it involves factory floor logic and possibly an emotional support wrench.