In another life,
the foreman had been a plumber.
He didn’t say much to those outside his circle,
but did say when I asked
“ because working in a factory is better,
better than crawling under fucken houses.”
Actually, he never swore much,
a large man, he used physical presence
and police dog stare –
to do what others might have done with temper,
or violence of language.
And unlike many, didn’t seem to mind student vacation workers.
Gruff, but incisive, in the first week : close monitoring
“ nope – not tight enough – about six turns ”
“ yup – that’s what I want.”
Then nothing …. no comment = okay work.
loud enough to be heard over –
“ good, that’s more like it … I’d better check this one too ”
then … as quiet as a knife … as quick as blood springing –
If you’re asked, you saw Peter at work last Friday …
still a plumber –
plugging leaks – I wouldn’t have dared.