Funny that that sounds like me in my younger days when working. I had to be faster at everything, harder and tougher, and my first day in a new job at Samsonite they assigned me to piece work being trained by a little woman that was quitting at the end of the week.
My work was to take two two halves of bare full size fiberglass cases, and two magnesium frames straight from the foundry and assemble them together; piece of cake huh? They came slowly down a wooden slatted 36" conveyor and I would grab one half from the conveyor, and one half of a frame from a rack abutting my work area, and begin putting them together, Step one was to lay the fiberglass shell on a table in front of me, take the split frame and fit it onto the shell, take a large rubber mallet and pound the frame onto the shell until it was all the way on. The frame had ten approximately 1/4" holes already through it, and we had an air drill hanging just over the bench that we actually had ground down the bit to be sharp so as to near it stab through the fiberglass. Tilt the case up, grab the drill, drill three holes along the wide side, turn the case, drill two holes along the narrow side, turn the case, three more holes along the other wide side, and finish the drilling on the remaining short side.
Now turn around and put the holes I just drilled onto a small tab sitting on a rivet machine behind me, stomp a foot pedal which riveted that one hole and move to the next one of the ten holes. Hey that wasn't too bad. I then would return that completed half part of the case to the still running conveyor to go to the next person on the assembly line that was to insert and glue the lining into the case halves I had just assembled. WHAT? The other half of the case I was to assemble had already moved pass my station and two more were waiting for me at this slow pace. Have you ever seen the Lucile Ball skit of working in the chocolate factory?
Well, I had to stack up the halves I was not keeping up with and finish them during my break time, or else I was holding up everyone else, and that cost them money being that each full case earned us about three cents so that we would make $2.20 per hour. That sweet little lady trainer was coming to my rescue, and making it look so easy; bless her. Now the second problem was beginning to surface and that was my stamina. Hey, I worked out all of the time, but I couldn't match the power of that tiny woman half my size and over twice my age. Oh the shame of it all. The strain of using my triceps constantly as I forced that drill through that fiberglass was quickly taking its toll, but I was too prideful to let it be known. Some how I made it through that first day with my new friend half my size as she didn't even mention my slowness, and carried me as it were. Drilling fiberglass required special clothing for protection, and at the end of our shift she removed the protective jacket she wore revealing a muscled arm bigger than mine. Hopefully you will show Larry the grace that little lady bestowed upon me.
