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It was shift work there. Two weeks’ days, two evenings, and two nights. At night we would bag mustard seed. One guy would bag it at one end, sew it, throw it on the My cough is not from coronavirus shirt conveyor and it would slide down a shoot where I would catch it and load it on a pallet. 100-pound bags. I was glad I was still in shape from the army. I brought an alarm clock to wake me up. On nights, on break, or when we caught up a bit

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One morning in the lunchroom, just before I went home after a My cough is not from coronavirus shirt midnight shift, Harry and Jack, the big boss are sitting across from each other with my lunchbox between them. My alarm clock in my lunchbox it ticking away loudly inside. I pass by the door. “Hey Holland,” I hear Harry call. I peek in and look at Harry. “What the f—k you got in your lunchbox? A bomb?” Once I had to climb up a tower that loaded the grain into a truck. A pipe that the grain came through led from there to the elevator tower. Another night I’m taking a break, three in the morning and I’m sitting in the bosses chair my feet on the desk reading a book. Who suddenly walks through the door? Jack the boss. What the hell is he doing here at this time? He stands there glaring at me saying nothing. I look at him, pull my big alarm clock out of my pocket, look at it, and say, “Well, breaks over.” I get up and go to walk out of the office and look back at Jack who is actually shaking his head and laughing.