Installment 15 of Life as a Machinist in the Carbide Tool Industry at Godzilla Tool (fictional name) in San Diego, CA
We drank a lot. The final tab on Godzilla was well over $5000. Again, on the subject of unionizing my fellow workers, I thought about this party: the open bar, the unlimited free food, the luxury of the restaurant, the great time that everybody had. I thought about how, if we begin to unionize, management would surely take this party away. I wondered if the crew would be willing to risk this; this moment of happiness. My tragic conclusion was that probably not.
I myself had three margaritas and half a dozen shots of tequila. Four of these shots, I shared with Big Bird. Big Bird is a very tall former Marine. He smokes like a train and is fond of sharing the sweet snacks he brings. He earned his moniker because he really looks like Big Bird without the costume and the feathers, and because he only filled out one bubble on his last voting card. It was a vote against Mitt Romney.
Big Bird is a recovering alcoholic but he broke his sobriety that night. Him and I had four shots of El Patron tequila together. It was great, and after the weekend, he was steady and sober again.
To end, remember the sycophant? At the end of the night, she was found topless in the bathroom puking her guts out. I'm sorry to leave you on that note. Then again, it was practically the last thing that happened that night.