Get to press room. It's 110 degrees and loud enough to make you go deaf.
Find out it's 6-7 days a week mandatory, no sitting.
20 minute lunch. No breaks.
Forklift traffic like the autobahn. Cranes, heavy rolls of steel and tooling everywhere waiting to maim you.
Guy on your machine tells you hes been cut and had his feet run over. Another guy had his hand crushed.
Everyone complaining and looking for other jobs.
Machine is as big as a house but doesn't work. Have to tear down and set up constantly quadrupling the probability of maiming.
Material and tooling all has to be manhandled with a crane while battling heat exhaustion and trying to keep all your appendages.
Bosses constantly up your bum about production and quality. Every minute tracked via Fientools self aware global annihilation supercomputer system.
Try to remember what life was like before joining the Bataan death march known as Feintool.
It's fuzzy but you can almost...
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