Long day proletarian

Hello! My name is Alex, I'm 27, and I - one of those people who at the time was called "class hegemony" :) I Work. I will say even more, I - milling on one of Moscow's state-owned enterprises.

The morning ... I get up quite early because I work from 8 o'clock in the morning. By the way, I - a 100% real owl and a child all the fibers of my soul I hate early climbs, turns me a couple of hours in the swollen zombies sincerely dreams of immediate Apocalypse :) That's probably why I was only all my adult life in the first shift and worked strictly from eight o'clock in the morning. Karma with.

His wife, meanwhile, has no intention to wake up, it works with 10 schastlivayayaya ... :)

Breakfast. Did so, I was not glamorous and absolutely not a supporter of healthy lifestyle :) By the way, some plates knowingly hides school book stand, our family is not home, and reading-room some: he who does not sleep, does not sit at the computer / laptop / movie that reads, including for food. But now I read once, and eyepieces morning poorly focused.

The toothbrush morning onion. All of the people, yeah.

Today, I have to carry a camera, so instead of the usual bag stack minimum necessary details in the trunk, so as not to wear too many ornaments trunks.

It's time to run.

Cats consistently accompany the journey.

I warned that I am - that still exists :)

The gates in the cold and darkness waiting.

Brrr!

Yet another Gates, this time in the underworld.

In fact, I love my neighborhood, and under no circumstances do not want to change it to any other, even here in the metro is almost always quiet and comfortable.

I've always been curious: at least someone sees these signs seriously ?!

I'm almost there. Tepliy presents a striking contrast to the house, and asks the word "Ant."

I was almost late for work photographing. Quickly visit his locker ...

look out from the balcony to the visible portion of the shop. Chief belching thunder and lightning can not see, then everything is fine :)

Ready for Labor and Defense. Only hirsute beyond measure.

The guys are happy. Why, Folder has come! :)

The older generation responds more subdued.

And now my palaces. I'm in this organization is the only miller, and therefore - full owner of all this splendor.

By the way, about the glory. In fact, several machines are not for the Stakhanovite work on 2-3 machines at once, and because everyone something better suited to their type of processing. Although the 5 for 1 person - this is still too much, usually in such areas operate on two, here, too, sometimes, a guy comes, freelancing and entertaining conversation. But I digress, and wanted to say this: for me personally work as a milling machine - is not so much the production of all metal and plastic nonsense as the constant struggle with increasing entropy on their territory, fighting almost hopeless, because it is usually almost no time, and the territory hoo, it is a milling machine of all workers need a lot of different devices: vise, rotary tables, dividing heads, centers, mandrels, prisms, so-called.. "Parallelek" ... You can enumerate a long time.

On the enlarged part of the previous photo is visible the main element of the creative process - BOTTLE. (In this bottle, I really keep quite mundane kerosene.)

Various tools also an incredible amount. And that to me is still lacking, although in addition to cabinets and racks on the site I have also a private room, clogged all sorts of things. In the picture "on duty," milling, the desired time.

This is also a cutter.

As well as this.

Meanwhile, I open my locker with personal trivia, measuring tool and other things that are better to clean under lock and key. Although the people and all their own, but you never know ... (By the way, along with the bedside table I inherited from the previous owners a full-fledged chaos in it and erotic calendars for 1994 on the door.)

I assess the scope of work for the coming days.

and proceed to the actual work.

Along the way, I wish good morning the woman-Hero, our staffing cleaner. Why is the hero? And because it is thanks to her every morning I go for a clean floor, and not ankle-deep in the metal shavings and machine oil emulsion. By the way, she told me to be sure to point out that her husband is looking for 45-50. I am pointing out :)

The chips, among other things, is considered to be a dangerous factor in the work (of course reason), so that it takes when the machine wear glasses, which I prefer this one plate, it sits comfortably on the head, anti-mist, it covers the entire face and is easily lifted -opuskaetsya.

Or you can like this curtain machine. ( "Native" shield is now under repair).

Regularly sighing glanced at this one unit. He - an example of what would, of course, the best way ... Soviet machine passed through a major overhaul and thorough modernization, received a thoroughly modern car, which ... There is no one to work. That is, those who have not and do not want to know, and those who know how, do not want to work in this organization. I've been to my shame, too, I can not really learn how to deal with the CNC (the more so in my case it is necessary to immediately and customize and build and write the program and modify / update it). That is, from the time I was, of course, in all of the manual will deal (I did a lifelong self-taught) and piled on the computer part of his work, but this time, until the very sorely lacking :(

But I was working, and you can be interrupted on a coffee break with a smoke break (recently decided to quit smoking, because cigarette purely electronic).

And watch how the mechanics of looking for what would have to twist and sell. Understand why automation in one of my machines had healed his own life.

You can also go through the grinding area, where people work-stalkers (dusty work, respirators because they are IMHO not removed even at lunch and smoking breaks, how they manage to live a normal life at the same time, I do not know it is their know-how)

At the same time look to the fatal beauty of metrology. Belle scolded me because I frightened them flash. Long apologized :)

My neighbor, George Turner Makaritch also break. Looking at the icon in the corner, I remember that I was very intrigued by the principle of selection of images to decorate the walls in our shop. Nearby can be adhered Rafael, any erotic perestroika, Dürer, Konstantin Ivanov, a portrait of Putin and Orthodox icons.

Lunch crept unnoticed.

In the dining room, alas, my camera was not allowed, it is not ours, but the regime of neighboring businesses. Well, look out there and there is nothing in the actual fact. Snack, you can read zhezheshechku.

Again, the cause of ...

Good thing though is moving, parts are becoming more meaningful outlines: square corners, clear the plane, everything I love :)

By the way, in spite of the incredible amount of spray and chip during operation, all mounting surfaces must be constantly maintained in a surgical clean so no dust or drops something like this.

The end of the day, everyone goes home. And I remain, uh ... These three days I have an emergency overtime, from 8 am to 8.

But you can go for a fresh emulsion of the machine. Hmmm ... The word "fresh" is, of course, weakly associated with this ominous tank resurrects personally I have the memory of the Half-Life :)

and brew tea.

Outside, romance, snowing ...

And I have one prose of life :(

But hark! That's my work day came to an end. It is only necessary to clean and lubricate the machine. Pay attention to the amount of garbage on the floor. That's why I believe our tehsluzhaschuyu hero :)

A bit of poetry: somewhere at 19:50 I got the camera battery charging in the fullness of who I was piously sure because spare not taken. Further, the photo on the phone. No, in the specification it was Russian and white, the camera it is ... However, a wise man once told me of cases like this, "Alex, on the fence here, too, it is written!" Pechalka. Moldboard onions. Mirrors harsh working men do not wash, it seems, in principle :)

Forces checkpoint.

Evening Dmitrovka. Panacea desire to buy, finally, the car :) But I'm afraid the bridge :) Frogs and mice are not afraid of the background of the bridge - I'm afraid :) That is not so much afraid as horrified, not mine this architectural style, not mine .. .

Now you can fall into the seat trolley, included in the player BB King and ride slowly through the evening metropolis, say, to the Forest. I like something this place.

Workers labor office also have a rest.

I think I'll drink some coffee, too.

Home Sweet Home! :)

with the cat's wife met :)

And I quickened by the camera and to raid the refrigerator. (Yes, we have all the standard-stamped, everywhere we carry the magnets)

Two dogs and twenty-plugs! :) depart from the canon, do without mozzarella and arugula, the benefit of that wildly hungry, but kilograms me with my way of life has not yet threatened.