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You entered the single factory door into a noisy and busy shop floor with a guy called Brian who was older than you and had a worn and worried expression a foreman came and asked Brian to go with him and set him to some job over the way then he came to you and said what’s your name? Collins you said right Colin he said follow me and you were puzzled why he had called you Colin as you followed him down the aisle between machines and people he introduced you to a middle aged dame with glasses who was short and dumpy there was another dame there who was thinner and a bit younger who smiled the plump dame showed you around her department and set you to work on a drilling machine where you worked most of the morning then you had to go to the work office where a dame sat you gave her the job sheet how long were you on the job? she asked about 6 inches you said she looked at you a hint of a smile on her lips how long? she repeated how long what? you asked how long in time were you on the job? she said slowly you said 3 hours it says here mmmm she said you’re new aren’t you? no you replied I’ve been around for 21 years or so she gazed at you with her dark eyes her lips were about to speak but she nodded then shut the slide window leaving you staring at the window glass you walked back through the aisle towards the plump dame and her department ready for the next job before lunch hoping it wasn’t another drilling operation but assembly or cranking or any other job than drilling thinking of the dame in the office and something more thrilling.
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
JUST A DRILLING JOB.
You entered the single factory door into a noisy and busy shop floor with a guy called Brian who was older than you and had a worn and worried expression a foreman came and asked Brian to go with him and set him to some job over the way then he came to you and said what’s your name? Collins you said right Colin he said follow me and you were puzzled why he had called you Colin as you followed him down the aisle between machines and people he introduced you to a middle aged dame with glasses who was short and dumpy there was another dame there who was thinner and a bit younger who smiled the plump dame showed you around her department and set you to work on a drilling machine where you worked most of the morning then you had to go to the work office where a dame sat you gave her the job sheet how long were you on the job? she asked about 6 inches you said she looked at you a hint of a smile on her lips how long? she repeated how long what? you asked how long in time were you on the job? she said slowly you said 3 hours it says here mmmm she said you’re new aren’t you? no you replied I’ve been around for 21 years or so she gazed at you with her dark eyes her lips were about to speak but she nodded then shut the slide window leaving you staring at the window glass you walked back through the aisle towards the plump dame and her department ready for the next job before lunch hoping it wasn’t another drilling operation but assembly or cranking or any other job than drilling thinking of the dame in the office and something more thrilling.
terry-collett
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
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