Left to right. Put it up, then, down. The excitement of a mechanical task has it's rewards. Biceps, triceps, hamstrings, and calves. Sometimes the task would take a surprising new turn. Right to Left. Old gloves put splinters in hands. Sweat in eyes. Acid in muscles. Anticipation in head. Strength & Fatigue. Strain & Ease. One time 150 of them were moved in only "The 8 hours of a day" given for this type of labor.
Task! An average of 62 is a lethally good number! 'Kill your Boss happy with numbers like that. A staff of 34, 16 chosen by hand by the Boss himself. Wakes up at 4's sunrise just to empower his pleasure to choose. Most of the staff lacks choices other than "left to right" & "up & down". Even if they go "Right to Left", it's a demanded new choice by Boss. The factory sits on a hill a few kilometers out of дарвин overlooking all of тиморское море. At last the Green has Sprung. Allergies Alive. Weeds Revived. "Just Looking out of the windows for a breath", while Boss is busy making other choices with his ever changing secretary list. They seem to carry the same legs, but not the type to pull through with a job like this. At least 11 staff have been successful to have a choice like Boss.
Some paid, some made no other choice for the secretary, or some were humorous. At least 9 or 10 of these successful staff with a choice had a choice made to them by Boss. Some paid-then fired, some never made a choice again, and some were made with closed doors, only to reveal the glazed, neurotic, depressed glare upon departure from Boss' Brown Hut.
The hut, in it's array of patched wood, was placed in back of the factory. Each year at least ⅜ths of it is/was rebuilt from weather conditions or careless architecture. The dirt around it mixed with sand & green, butts & leaves, wrappers & articles, empty drinks & foot "sink-ins", Prints & Sticks, and the occasional evidence form the secretarial rendezvous', shimmers. An average of 7½ show up on time, the rest get paid on hour less. Many hope for a raise. Many hope for praise. An Average of 6.9 of them go have a drink together after "left to right" & "up & down". Most get home to wives who've most spent their time hoping to be appreciated. Most get home hoping not to have to argue about this. Each of these "Most" have an average of 2.3 children.
Many homes in this area look the same or completely different. There was seemingly one to two architects building in this area and, with certainty, they purchased supplies from Boss. Boss at least seems happy when he's angry and sad.
An average of 4.7 wives come and meet for the strategically placed 6:30 happy hour. More than half the staff give glares to the other staff's wives without the wives' choice. The town's pulse thrives on any tradition they can find on T.V., magazines, & now (the possibility of) internet. Most have, of those who have left, did so because of the internet. австраля lumber co. even has it's own webpage. Not much to it.
The day it was made most made their way to the internet café next door to the happy hour. Most buy their substances there. Methamphetamine "C 6 H 5 CH 2 CH(CH 3)NH(CH 3)", took an average of 2.7 of the staff's lives in the past 3 years.
After 11 years, since I left home to work here, I've avoided most of these statistics and it seems that Boss noticed. An average of 1.2 people get a raise in pay each year. It was nice to shake Boss' experienced, sunburnt hand.
