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ACME TIRE FACTORY

by @nickarmbrister

ACME TIRE FACTORY The system was so slow to use and the boss was always on our back Hurry hurry get your fingers out this job depends on you I’ll fire your sorry arses if you go any damn slower! My company and big fat profit depend on you lazy gets doing this job right Don’t dawdle and stop gossiping about your Saturday nights I’ve checked the order already and it’s only half done and needs to be sent For that you can work thru your dinner hour without pay and eat after work See what a good boss I am to you all I will treat you at Xmas And so it went on day by week by month by year by decade ACME TIRE FACTORY was always this way with a slave boss And unhappy pissed off workers who were no better than slaves Why did we stay in the job when there was the dole doing nothing? We were all mates and drank together every Saturday to forget this Plus we also worked deliberately slowly to piss the boss off We could live without eating dinner when our boss was upset Our tools and line was ok but outdated so we milked it It was us who ran the tire factory not him and he knew it We could shut him down or burn his company without interference We made 2 out of 3 vehicle tires on North American roads Why change a good thing when we hated but loved it?
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122 / Two-Spirit / earth
Published
May 17, 2021
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#slaves#manual#work#tires#rich#boss
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