Mikaela Corvid
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Thomas McGinnty had spent the entirety of his life working at the same old factory, in the same old town. Through college, and marriage, and children, and now well into his 80s. His job at the factory was not varied, nor was it complicated. It was, of many things, tedious. And as far as that work went, he was too far tenured for the factory to get rid of him without a good reason. Thomas never gave them a good reason. So here he was. Seated in his old chair that creaked slightly when he turned left, picking up toothpicks. One by one, and putting them in their cardboard box. Each box held 250 toothpicks, and he was both toothpick counter and quality controler. So with everything in life he had to make sure the deformed toothpicks went into the trash.
Something he was thankful never happened to him when he had his accident here at the factory. You see, Thomas had lost his thumbs while attempting to fix a piece of machinery. An accident that had sprung into existence Lock out Tag Out boxes, which initiated an entire wave of safety protocols. As it was, because these things didn't exist when his thumbs were traumatically removed from his body the Factory had to legally care for the injury. Unfortunately, that care didn't involved reattaching his body parts. So here he was. Picking up toothpicks between his pointer and middle fingers, one at a time, 250 times per box.
Thomas did have one thing going for him today, something that eliminated the uncomfortable nature of the near constant splinters he got, he was retiring! Today was his last day. All of his life, culminated into one singular event. Retirement. He was pleased, and smiling. Happy he would be able to enjoy his golden years besides his wife. A treasured time to be sure. So Thomas worked hard, faster than he had in several years. It didn't matter that the Pixie next to him was nearly triple times as fast as he was, or that the goblin that sat across from him, Bob, was eyeing his fingers as he worked. Nope. Nothing bothered him today. Soon enough, he'd be dead, and even that only added to his smile. Years of toil in a toothpick factory would finally come to an end. Thank fucking gods.
Thomas lifted his head as the break bell sounded, and the conveyor belts stopped. Thomas made his way to the break room for his usual. Coffee and a sandwich his wife had packed, but was greeted with his coworkers surrounding a cake.
"Happy Retirement!" They all shouted, making Thomas McGinnty clutch his chest in surprise.
Thus ends Thomas McGinnty's life of toil.
** My Dad is the sole inspiration for this piece, from his drunk ramblings.**
Something he was thankful never happened to him when he had his accident here at the factory. You see, Thomas had lost his thumbs while attempting to fix a piece of machinery. An accident that had sprung into existence Lock out Tag Out boxes, which initiated an entire wave of safety protocols. As it was, because these things didn't exist when his thumbs were traumatically removed from his body the Factory had to legally care for the injury. Unfortunately, that care didn't involved reattaching his body parts. So here he was. Picking up toothpicks between his pointer and middle fingers, one at a time, 250 times per box.
Thomas did have one thing going for him today, something that eliminated the uncomfortable nature of the near constant splinters he got, he was retiring! Today was his last day. All of his life, culminated into one singular event. Retirement. He was pleased, and smiling. Happy he would be able to enjoy his golden years besides his wife. A treasured time to be sure. So Thomas worked hard, faster than he had in several years. It didn't matter that the Pixie next to him was nearly triple times as fast as he was, or that the goblin that sat across from him, Bob, was eyeing his fingers as he worked. Nope. Nothing bothered him today. Soon enough, he'd be dead, and even that only added to his smile. Years of toil in a toothpick factory would finally come to an end. Thank fucking gods.
Thomas lifted his head as the break bell sounded, and the conveyor belts stopped. Thomas made his way to the break room for his usual. Coffee and a sandwich his wife had packed, but was greeted with his coworkers surrounding a cake.
"Happy Retirement!" They all shouted, making Thomas McGinnty clutch his chest in surprise.
Thus ends Thomas McGinnty's life of toil.
** My Dad is the sole inspiration for this piece, from his drunk ramblings.**