Slave to Rubbermaid, maker of small plastic bins.....

Alright, now I have had by far the worst working day of my life and because I know all of you love others misery, here is my day (also the story has a few funny parts, I might be out a job tomorrow).
So, i get to rubbermaid at 5:45 as usual, ready for work as this is the second day of 3 I am working ( i hate working weekends). they put me on press 312, which is like the devil's little cousin. The press basically makes little plastic cups that people buy and reuse. well, they have plastic parts that need to be torched off. When your done with the first 32, the next come down and so you really dont have a whole lot of time between takes and when you fill 12 boxes, you have to saran wrap them. so,you get backed up pretty quick.
Upon getting to my press, I found I am out of boxes. fuck. well, I torch what I can and just wait for the towmotors to bring me boxes. they finally get around to it and im up to my ears in plastic cups. so, I begin to put them in boxes and stack them into a little plastic monolith. Half way through, i pick up a box and the box falls open. IT FALLS OPEN, with around 1600 little cups rolling around on the ground because some douchbag didnt notice that there is a flap missing (but neither did I in my rush, so its not completely his fault.). My quality tech looks at me picking up cups with a cross between humor and annoyance on her face. But she ignores me. Thanks. Basically, her job entails going around making sure everyone else is doing their job. KINDA HARD FOR ME TO DO MINE WHEN 1600 CUPS ARE ROLLING AROUND MY FEET.
As I pick up these little bastards, I notice that my press is now backed up almost to the limit with new cups waiting to be torched. so, I simply remember and follow the old 2 word philosophy that has been with man from the dawn of time. FUCK IT.
SO, basically, I just started packing everything. fuck torching, fuck cleaning, fuck it.
this shit needs done, NO one else will do it. so, I packed around 3200 cups (2boxes worth) that are untorched, untrimmed and more or less kinda raw looking. ( I dont suggest buying any little cups from them anytime soon). The entire time looking over my shoulder for the plastic horsemen of the apocalypse to take me away to a plastic hell (much like magnito from xmen would go i suppose). however, i wasn't caught. This is the point I ask how is mediocrity a bad thing? yes, too much is, but then again, so is being too good of a worker in large portions. I simply think its a tool for the cunning, instead of the strong. Whatever, anyways, whats the worst they can do fire me? whats bad about that? finally, i got back on track and a few hours later, switched presses at midnight.
The next press spat out totes (bins basically). and everything was going well enough. my floor person came over and let me go to lunch break, the measly 30 min i have to eat. I looked at my phone, set the alarm for 29 min later, so id be on time after the 1 min walk and went to eat. at luch found a penny, thought "this day isn't so bad now..." WRONG. so, I get back to my press 30 min later, and my floor person looks at me in that "your in trouble now" look. "YOU KNOW YOUR 4 MIN LATE RIGHT?" she said above the noise of the machines. I looked at my phone again, umm "Sorry..."
Im a fan of "fuck the new guy" as much as the next person, I might as well have invented it. I dont like it when im the new guy. This floor lady had been late all night. ALL NIGHT. this was not my fault. so, w/e. maybe im wrong, maybe im not. but Im def. pissed now. a few hours later i get my last 10 min break (you get 1 every 2 hours and a lunch around midnight) and when I was let go, I set my phone immediately 2 min earlier then it should have been. (this way i was showing up 3 min early.) a few min go by, and im on the way back to my press just waiting for this bitch to tell me i was late again. sure enough, i get back and she actually says "watch it, you were 2 min late again."
This is the point I no longer valued my job. i might get fired from something else anyways from tonight, so fuck it. I told her"i set my phone to make me 3 min early."
"well" she says " your phone isnt the clock over there.." she points to the raggedy peice of shit hanging on the wall that is an excuse for a clock."
"lady," I say, getting pissed now that im just being lied to blatantly "my phone connects to satellites in outer space, updating every nanosecond." ( I think i impressed her with technology here, as her eyes were really wide).
I looked at the clock "That rinky-dink piece of shit runs on the dreams of migrant children and a pair of corroded "AA" batteries. Dont you dare pull that 'fuck the new guy shit again'."
with that, i began my work again and she left. I hummed a bit to myself and an hour or two later i was out. but, If i don't have a job tomorrow, im not surprised. shes good friends with a higher-up. thats the only reason shes still there.
Oh well. hope you guys enjoy my pain. however im tired as shit, so im going to bed.

-peace