A brief text exchange with Isaac this morning, after a long discussion about jobs and their sucky necessity the night before.
He had a pretty rough day of it Monday, with equipment being shuffled and worked on over the weekend and returned with metal shavings where the ice cream ingredients were supposed to go. It took them ten hours to get the machine running and at the end of that ten hours, the boss still wanted them to make ice cream.
Isaac -- never shy to speak -- told the boss in a brief term that ice cream was not going to happen. He expected he'd be out of a job come morning, but there we go. They know without him, they don't have much of a production crew.
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