I work for a shipping company in a big warehouse in
Hayward, California.
The rear wall of the warehouse is lined with large metal
gates, which were formerly used for loading and unloading train
cars which pulled up right next to the building. At some point
this mode of transport was abandoned, and the train tracks
outside the warehouse are now rusty and forlorn. I've examined
the rotting railroad ties and rusty spikes and thought of the
Chinese workers who bridged the continent with these things,
thus allowing the further westward migration of pale Germanic
tribes.
My job can be grueling, but it beats school. Jesus Christ, I'd
rather eat glass for minimum wage than do homework again.
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