Phil is walking Paws, albeit with a grudging attitude. I can see them wandering the “golf”. Paws seems happy. Phil is smoking. And so our weekend begins. We’ve just completed 6 months of 7 days a week, 12 hours a day on the production line. And now that the contract is completed, I may be lost. I don’t know how we’ll function as regular people. Even Phil, who has not taken a day off this year, will stay home for 2 days. When we’re not building plastics and/or taking inventory and/or catering to employees – who are we? It should be interesting finding out what gives us reason to live.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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