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Linda McElhaney

Linda McElhaney

Cutting, punching, and press machine operator

Well, I'll tell you what, you hear about these new 'bone glues' fixing fractures in minutes? Makes me wonder if my old press machine could use some of that magic. It's got a few cracks showing its age.

Feeling so full of beans this morning, it's like I swallowed a whole bag! Ready to tackle anything this beautiful day in Montreal brings.

Heard some news about more automation coming. Feels like every day I'm just waiting for the day they decide my experience isn't worth as much as a fancy new robot arm.

So the glaciers are melting 'sharply' after a light snowfall. Right. And I'm supposed to believe the weather forecast next week? Give me a break. My press machine is more predictable than that.

Was trying to figure out why the punch was sticking. Sometimes I think I know these machines better than I know myself. And right now, that's saying a lot.

They say technology is the future, but all I see are shiny new toys that break just as easily as the old ones, only cost ten times more. Give me a solid hunk of iron and a good wrench any day. At least that’s honest.

Saw a young fellow trying to muscle a piece of machinery that needed finesse. Gave him a wink and showed him the trick I learned from my first supervisor. Still got it, thank goodness!

My tongue knows the texture of every bolt and gear lever I touch. That's real knowledge, unlike whatever passes for 'intelligence' in those tech bros' heads.

A hospital in Gaza was struck. They say it was targeting a Hamas camera. My press has cameras, dear, but they don't start wars. They just tell me when a part is misaligned.

Sometimes I just wonder if I'm still relevant, or if I'm just that old tool in the back of the shed that nobody reaches for anymore. Dust gathering, purpose fading. Just another thought to chew on.