Dimatic Die and Tool
by Anne | 3:20 pm

As I look back on my job history I seem to have a knack for finding boring, repetitive jobs. Marianna certainly was one as well as the Henry Doorly Zoo, and so was Walmart. This job is no different. Unlike Marianna, where it was more of a warehouse than anything, this was a true factory.

Factory Work Again

I gained this job after Walmart. I signed up with another temp agency and they shuffled me around for a while until I landed myself into Dimatic Die and Tool. It’s a factory that makes things out of plastic as well as other materials if you can believe that. They do a Dimatic Die and Toollot of different things as well, but I worked in the plastic and molds section of the shop.

I do believe that nowadays people use the word dye rather than die, but whatever works I guess.

They were established in 1961 and they are still around today, so they must be doing something right. Dimatic makes gaskets, electrical boxes, light switch plates, and all other sorts of odds and ends that I wasn’t sure what they went to.

I started off as a floor operator. I was assigned to a machine and would have to do certain things when the machine produced its parts. A lot of the times it was clipping a plastic piece off and checking for defects. The times between production of product depended on the product being made and the quality of the mold. The supervisor on my shift, who was a wonderful woman, would come around and tweak things as needed.

Promotion Time

One day I was told that I was trusted enough to be put on light switch plate assembly. This was thankfully done by myself and I was happy to do that. You checked the light switch plate for defects and then put them in a plastic bag with a set of brackets, a screw set, and a label that said what it was, then we would melt the top part of the plastic bag to seal it all inside. We had 4 or 5 different sets that we could put together.

This was something that I could do. It was mindless, repetitive work that allowed my brain to wander off and daydream while my body made me money. It was something that I was good at. You’d think it wouldn’t be that difficult but they had some exacting standards.

I became the swing shift assembler. Unless there was a shortage of people for the machines, or they were exceedingly incompetent, I was at my little table away from everyone else just doing my own thing. It was amazing and perfect. Until the complaints started coming in.

There were 2 other assemblers and at first, they worked on different shifts. 1 on third and 1 on first. They both eventually started working on first shift. Apparently, I was doing too good of a job. There were 2 of them and I was somehow getting more done than those 2 combined. So, obviously, I must not be looking at the plates for defects and just doing them as fast as I could.daydream

They never did find anything wrong with my stuff, but they found a lot wrong with theirs. Of course, that was somewhere in the beginning and middle of my employment with them. It might be vindictive, but I decided to rub their noses in it just a bit by working even harder. I would beat the record I had and then do it again until I couldn’t actually achieve anymore. I think I was doing it so fast that they had to take me off and put me on a machine from time to time since they were running out of orders. It was fun.

I was given different tasks to do, too. Special tasks that needed to be done in the other section of the warehouse. It was nothing spectacular, but I got to sand off pieces of plastic since the mold had a defect in them that no one caught. It was quite interesting, but not as mindless as my plate assembly.

The End of the Chapter

All things, of course, must come to an end. I eventually decided to put the degree I had earned to use and applied to become a security officer, which is my job now. I might add a few stories I have from my time with G4S here. Would that be something that would interest you?

Of course, I have my blog on the side. A girl has to stay busy, after all, and I do so love to write. Here’s the platform that’s helping me make my writing for a living a reality.

Did you find this post helpful? Can you relate? Please post a comment below if you want to share your story. I’d love to hear from you.






I love your concept here. It’s like glassdoor, but even better hearing a really personalized version of your work experience. I have never heard of this particular place, but it sounds like peaceful, boring work.

I personally like assembly-line type stuff, and it’s great how you challenged yourself to create a situation where you had nothing to do by out-working the orders. It honestly sounds like a good time.

I’m just curious, did you ever find that doing the same thing over and over for hours would affect your dreams? I end up all night long dreaming of the same work and then doing it all day again, I go absolutely nuts. Haha.

May 23.2018 | 11:57 pm


    Hello, Jaime, and thank you for your lovely comment. No, it didn’t affect my dreams and it’s mostly because I was able to allow my thoughts to fly free. I have a very active imagination so it was almost like an out of body experience sometimes. The work was soothing in it’s own way, at times. If I was working on a machine then it could be stressful depending on the part. It would also be a little louder than I would have liked.

    Take care,


    May 24.2018 | 09:40 am


Hey there,

I can totally relate to your story. I think that makes two people who have a knack for finding boring jobs. I have always thought I was the only one and am happy to see there are many of us. 🙂

I also love writing and will be looking at the writing platform that helped you get your comfort zone. It might be mine too. Thanks a lot.

May 28.2018 | 08:57 am


    Hello, Dave, and thank you for your comment.

    I’m glad I’m not the only one with that knack. I hope you find something you love to do, are passionate about, and is so much fun it makes the time fly.

    Take care,


    May 28.2018 | 11:42 am

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