Breathing is difficult, as if each breath only fills my lungs a fraction of what my body is accustomed to. Taking the respirator mask off seems like a viable solution if only I wasn't encompassed in an oppressive cloud of dust. My hands are numb. The relentless vibration of metal took away all sense of touch minutes ago. Even my headphones blaring a Kanye West playlist fail to drone out the echoing sounds of machinery.
Most people don't get to see the inner workings of a body shop. Glimpses of cars crashed seemingly beyond repair. Gradual transforming as new parts are attached and bent pieces are delicately hammered back into place. And finally, the skilled painter as he coats the pristine vehicle in a glaze of gloss. For my family, these events are simply business as usual. For as long as I can remember, my parents owned the body shop and I have been in the middle of it all. Sitting with my mom at the front desk computer or mopping the lobby floors for a couple of dollars, the body shop was where I grew up.
For all the time I spent at the body shop, responsibility always eluded me. However, a high demand of work …show more content…
It simply would be finished another day. However, It was tragic to witness the effort I put in not bearing viable results. I did not want to continue work, but the workload demand that I endure. The next day I began work on an entirely new bed. Starting fresh seemed daunting, but to make the work go easier I started played games within my own head. How fast can I do this one strip? Can I clear this section before the song changes? Once I finish this side, then i'll take a drink. By splitting the monumental task into small objectives my steady progress became clear.. Following this system expedited my work. With practice, I was able finish a bed in just a couple of hours. Continuing to improve and proving myself within the shop grew my responsibility. It became my duty to assure each day a bed was ready for
Most people don't get to see the inner workings of a body shop. Glimpses of cars crashed seemingly beyond repair. Gradual transforming as new parts are attached and bent pieces are delicately hammered back into place. And finally, the skilled painter as he coats the pristine vehicle in a glaze of gloss. For my family, these events are simply business as usual. For as long as I can remember, my parents owned the body shop and I have been in the middle of it all. Sitting with my mom at the front desk computer or mopping the lobby floors for a couple of dollars, the body shop was where I grew up.
For all the time I spent at the body shop, responsibility always eluded me. However, a high demand of work …show more content…
It simply would be finished another day. However, It was tragic to witness the effort I put in not bearing viable results. I did not want to continue work, but the workload demand that I endure. The next day I began work on an entirely new bed. Starting fresh seemed daunting, but to make the work go easier I started played games within my own head. How fast can I do this one strip? Can I clear this section before the song changes? Once I finish this side, then i'll take a drink. By splitting the monumental task into small objectives my steady progress became clear.. Following this system expedited my work. With practice, I was able finish a bed in just a couple of hours. Continuing to improve and proving myself within the shop grew my responsibility. It became my duty to assure each day a bed was ready for