My poetic version of moldmaking

I need a new keyboard!

better version////

Of all the days I remember best, I must admit unlike the rest, were the ones I spent day after day, building molds for measly pay. The molds we built were small but keen, and zero tolerance a daily scene. To spend all night to build a mold, for a job well done that was never told.

If they do decide to hang maybe you can go along as a referee.

Tom

Uh, oh. 1.9 Mbytes... Better prepare for the wrath of The Black Dragon.

Jan:

Actually, I tried to send it as an attachment first, but it Thunderbird wouldn't send it. So I sent it as a URL address. As far as I know that's acceptable. Did you somehow get the attachment version?

Twice!

J. Nielsen wrote: > On Tue, 02 Sep 2008 12:57:25 -0700, BottleBob wrote: >

Jan:

Oh Jeeze. I apologize to everyone that got the attached version, that's the way it was sent to me originally. I really didn't think it got sent to the newsgroup. It didn't show up on my newsreader AND I specifically checked Google and it didn't show up there either.

I hope no-one is still using dialup. :(

Oh one more thing, just as I was trying to send this my computer locked up and had to be rebooted.

Another fantasy of yours perhaps?

No you say?

Then just what the f*ck, exactly, are you rambling on about now?

Nah. I've been in supervisory positions (you know, I was 'The Boss') several times over the years. I'm not at all interested in the stress anymore.

I got the attachment.

ca