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by the ruthlessness necessitated by bein' an upper man-
agement type. I simply do not have it in me to mess up
people's lives with layoffs and plant shut-downs and the
like. Rather, I find it far more sociable to break an occa-
sional leg or two or perhaps rearrange a face a little than
to live with the more long-term damage inflicted by upper
management for the good of their respective companies.
Therefore, as I am indeed presented with the enviable

position of havin' a choice in career paths, I have tradi-
tionally opted to be an order taker rather than an order
giver. It's a cleaner way to make a livin'.

So anyway, I reports for work bright and early and
am shown around the plant before commencin' my actual
duties. Let me tell you I am impressed by this set-up like
I have seldom been impressed by nothin' before. It is
like. Santa's North Pole elf sweatshop done up proper.

When I was in grad school, I used to read a lot of
comics. Most particularly I was taken by the ads they
used to carry therein for X-Ray Glasses and Whoopie
Cushions and such, which I was unfortunately never able
to afford as I was not an untypical student and therefore
had less money than your average eight-year-old. Walkin'
into the plant, however, I suddenly realized that this
particular set of indulgences had not truly passed me by
as I had feared.

The place was gargantuous, by which I mean it was
really big, and jammed from wall to wall to ceilin' with
conveyor belts and vats and stacks of materials and boxes
labeled in languages I am not privileged to recognize, as
well as large numbers of worker types strollin' around
checkin' gauges and pushin' carts and otherwise engaged
in the sorts of activities one does when the doors are
open and there's a chance that the management types
might come by on their way to the coffee machine and
look in to see what they're doin'. What was even more
impressive was the goods in production. At a glance I
could see that as an admirer of cheap junk gimmicks, I
had indeed died and gone to pig heaven. It was my guess,
however uneducated, that what I had found was the major
supplier for those ads which I earlier referenced, as well
as most of the peddlers in the Bazaar who cater to the
tourist trade.