It has happened many times before when the sawmill has given us workers ample notice they are going to shut up the joint for a while: just about everybody was on something on Friday. At least a couple of the guys were puking in the parking lot on their way in for a shift they could not give a shit about.
The first aid room was a little busier than usual but nobody got maimed too bad or killed. We all know we are doomed, born to lose and from the wrong side of the tracks no matter which side of the tracks we are on.
Most of us will make more money on the side in the dope industry than we would have ever made in our overground jobs and as a bonus we do not have to listen to a fucking foreman and we get to collect job loss insurance from the fucking government. I will be taking my insurance money to the local Standardbred track. Going to bet inside horses with late speed and low odds.