Laid off

The news came to me by word of mouth before they had the guts to say it to my face. My foot had just freshly been broken at some faceless concert and I was spending my sicktime at home watching Oprah and would occassionally hobble into work out of boredom. The director did everything possible to dissappear when I came by but finally I cornered him and basically said, "You have somethign to tell me?" It was the beginning of September 1990, 15 years ago now. I was a machinist and hated the job but forcibly knew every corner of the craft. I knew how to operate all manner of machinery and their tolerances and inner workings. Plastics, metals, hybrids were my bread and butter and I could shape them into any form precisely. It's funny to look back now and think of myself in this life. I guess the one thing I came away from it was an appreciation for raw materials and how I learned more about mathematics and chemical reaction in the 2 and a half years I worked there than any institutional schooling.

I'm glad it's over.

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"Copper, let us take you to a furnace where we'll break you, in a fire so big and
pretty, you could cry,
as a buckle, you could ask me what was wrong with me before -
did I need the silver to be suitable?

Copper, I have a use for you, it's easy work and it suits you,
dazzled dirty beauty, you must know

Copper is a conductor and makes for decent cooking,
dazzled by your beauty still, you know,
plated or anodized, you even fool a layman's eyes,
presentable though you might be, it's unwise to try to fight me.

Copper - you'll never be gold."