Description:
Short story.
My shift at the factory ended with me being assigned to fix a terminal.
It took me a good hour to fix it. Taking it apart and putting it back together.
The bottom line is. I didn't finish the job because I couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. And to vent my negativity. I pimped it out.
Tomorrow. I will definitely finish my work..... And yes. It's a bloody terminal from the factory.
