Write two haiku about: the sweatshop.
My training shift at Public Works went pretty well this morning. I think I'm setup to take care of the rest of the week now... but I guess the coming days will let me know for sure, one way or the other.
Definitely a different atmosphere than the other town locations I've worked in. It's kinda like being in the office of a garage. Not sure I could do it full time, but covering for part of a week is certainly doable.
Wall to wall treadmills,
an obese man on each one;
we make all the sweat
* * *
She works from dawn to
dusk, earning what I could make
in seven minutes