Slowly I look at the parts of the incinerator in front of me; this is the fifth of them I’ve taken apart in this week. I’m fed up with them right now. Somehow we seem to have a systematic failure in this batch – and they only got installed two months ago.

But I’m not surprised I’ve told my boss multiple times we need the hyperreactor brand of incinerators. And not the cheap oneabees from the other company – I won’t mention their name. They have not earned it. But nobody wants to listen to the lovely bald maintenance guy from the basement. I just need to run and keep them running.

Actually, I should be happy that they break so often – it gives me an easy job – but why the hell do they constantly break in the middle of the night? They at least could have the decency to only break during office hours!

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