The sound of running machine’s metal clangs into each other, rung in my ears when I walk into the factory. The cold, bitter air greeted my face, making me shudder with feelings of confusion and shock. I stood at the corner of the room watching everyone work, my feet stuck to the ground, I started to examine the details of the room.The creamy white and gray wall wraps the room in its possession, cramming the room more than it already is. My inner claustrophobic was channeling through. Many workers scurry around the tiny working space to start off the day. Supervisors rush around to settle things down with their blue dress-shirt. So this seems like their normal morning routine at work with a lot of commotion involved. Why does this place feel …show more content…
Whenever someone messes up the whole process in an assembly line, one doesn’t blame nor do find fault within that person. Instead, everyone helps fix the mistakes to waste no time. I was surprised that the supervisor wasn’t mad at me, he was actually friendly. “Are you tired today?” The supervisor beamed at me with a smile. I felt awkward and lied, my stiff legs are holding themselves up to prove my durability. “No,” I reassured him with a tall, strong posture to hide my weariness. YES!!! my insides squirm and scream. Yet, I cannot let this posture get to me. I must stand tall and do what I’m suppose to do to conceal any flaws. I found myself to regret what I just said. I had missed my chance again. If I had just ask people for help, then this incident wouldn’t have happened. “That’s good to hear” He smiled with encouragement, and walked away to check on the other workers. I continued to do my task in guilt with a faster pace, making sure I did not let the burritos overflow this time around. I didn’t do anything to prove my ability to work, I had only proven my stupidity at the art of assumption. Had I only shouted four words of help, the situation wouldn’t have been