Well, I got to work without mishap. Only another hundred-and-something days to go 'til light mornings come round again.
A lot of scuttlebut floating around on the factory. Everyone seems to have some inside knowledge, but it's all a crock of shit. Has to be. The only people that know what's in the pipeline are the ubermensch on the board and the boys and girls from the union, and they aren't going to share it with us. No way. We just have to sit tight and sigh deeply when the bullet hits the next man. Do I think I'm in the firing line? I'd say I'm feeling 50% pessimistic (or optimistic, depending on how you look at it).
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