Quitting time in two. Quitting time in one.
Anxious eyes grope the clock.
The machinery whirs as grimy hands reach for the kill-switch. Tireless machines groan to a halt as the workers left their stations to head for the locker rooms. Dingy and not well lit, the men's locker room portrayed the feelings that the workers held. Smells of oil and sweat permeated from the stained blue walls. The factory workers changed in slow silence.