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The Cloth Mill ( part 2) Trouble Arrives.

Been in my new job for a week or too now. Stayed out of trouble but I don't really know how. It found me quite often in my working life past. I was proud of myself but it wasn't to last. The workshop foreman was a very stern man. Who got really angry if things didn't go to plan. He ran the whole show with an iron hand. A mad disciplinarian but that I can't stand. I believed in fair treatment so I decided to say. If you can't treat us right then please go away. The foreman looked at me in disbelief but I carried on, stop giving us grief. As I walked away I thought this is it. I expected the sack for saying my bit. Called in the office at the end of the day. I thought I'd be sacked for having my say. The boss said you're hear for giving out cheek but I'm not gonna sack you but you're suspended for a week. As I turned to go he looked up with a smile and said you're the cockiest so and so that's worked here for a while. So now I had an enemy once again trouble was my fate but I'd stand up once again unfairness I just hate.


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