The factory has been rebuilt

Back in the factory again. They are still moving boxes but I could get at least my e-mail today. Miss Fritchley dominating the lunch conversation. No surprise there. I had bought a bowl for the factory once and she opinionated that it was ugly. I looked her and said: "Thank you." At that point she probably realized that I donated it. People like Miss Fritchley are ultimately bad for the pocket book.
The Big Herod showed up and had his temperature taken by the factory nurse. Afterwards somebody wanted to know if he was "normal." Too funny for words. Chucky came, too, today. One wonders what they are up to.