The First DayOn June 1, 2003 my way of thinking about life changed a bit. It was a Sunday when I didn't think I would go to bed at 2.30pm to go to work. I slipped under the covers of the bed and came out like a light. Once I entered a very deep sleep, it was difficult to get out of it. I heard the alarm go off and I didn't want to get up, but I got up and started getting dressed. I went to the kitchen, got something to eat and then prepared lunch for the night. On the way to Van Wert, my feeling had become very intense. I started to get nervous about what I was going to do and who I was going to work with. The closer I got to the factory, the more nervous I became. Once I pulled into the parking lot and was turning off the car, I realized that this is not a place I would like to work all my life. Then I entered the factory, they clocked in and I realized what I was in for. The presses pounded on the large steel rolls; the air had a damp musty smell that would get to me over time. I went to the break room and put my lunch box in the refrigerator. I nervously walked over to my team leader and he gave me something to do. Earlier in the night I was running a rubber injection press at 400 degrees. Around 2:00 the bell rang for the first break. I was happy to be here because I needed a break to get something to drink. I sat in the break room and sweat was still pouring down my face. While I was acting on TV I thought to myself, "this is going to be a long summer." After the ten minute break was over, I went back to the press while I was running and put on my soaked sleeves and gloves. When I was getting ready to start the press, my foreman came over and told me to come with him. The whole time I was thinking in my head where is this taking me? What will I do now??