She knew something was incorrect.
She knew something was not right.
She was very observant. That was her natural talent.
She had to be observant. Some of the guys could be really nasty. She might get run over, figuratively, the tires were big, but more importantly the company was big, and it paid the highest wages around — well, at least it appeared so on the surface. With a closer inspection …
She was doing her job, and as she saw it, her duty. And she worked hard at her job, was super dependable, and did a good job. It was a hard job. But, she figured, at least, it wasn’t picking cotton — she had done enough of that when she was young. She had been working hard ever since she could remember. Her production numbers were good, and her waste numbers were low.
She was thankful for that. She loved her work. She was proud of it. She was loyal. She stayed, stood her ground, and made a difference… despite the pot shots sent her way.