From: agarcia@Starbase.NeoSoft.COM (Anthony Garcia) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Late Shift At the Frankensteinverken Date: 1 Dec 1997 11:38:49 -0600 Organization: act or process of organizing or of being organized Lines: 34 Message-ID: <65usn9$lle$1@Starbase.NeoSoft.COM> Keywords: fail to suck As I stitch around my twentieth shoulder of the evening, my thoughts are somewhere else. A welcome relief, actually, since if I were to be fully here, among the overwhelming formaldehyde scent of the parts bins and the clatter of the sorting tables, I would undoubtedly be dying of boredom. Well, not really *dying* of boredom. Although it would be rather amusing if I did. What with living alone, far from my family, I would receive only the briefest of funerals from the parish priest, after which he would preside over the tattooing of the imprimatur upon all my limbs, and the delivery of my body right back here. Which might provide my co-workers with a bit of a shock! Here's Bruno-- part him out and dump him in the bins, fellows! His strong back to a new gardener, his fine hands for a butler. But no-- my thoughts are elsewhere. On that fine young man whom I observe, now and then, passing by the window of my apartment. Who dismissed me the other night, after I had gone to all the trouble to follow him to that bar. Said I smelled. Well, what of it? You can't help but take a little bit of work home with you, here. Perhaps he's right, and I should look among my peers. Mary, on the internals line, has made a few fresh remarks to me. But she's not on my mind. Not like his fine chin, and graceful hands. And such fire in his eyes! I'd miss that fire, true. But to have the rest of him, all for myself... I think of the end of my shift tonight. My supervisor won't notice that my bag is a little heavier with borrowed tools inside. Tonight, I shall be taking a bit more of my work home with me. -anthony