Let me go?

Fine, you'll lose millions.

This was around ten years ago.

I've always been very technically minded and was able to read blueprints, construct complex

devices, weld, mig, tig, stick, certified, in fact, among other things.

I took a high-paying job with a company that made several things for railroads.

The job entailed most of my skills I mentioned

above. It was a very small department. In fact, there were only two to three of us, but we got a

long grace and challenged each other, which led to higher production. Sadly, the one other guy in my

department left for a better job, which left me by myself. My supervisor was great as well. Like to joke around

with me, left me alone to focus on my work, and had my back when I needed him. We actually assembled

signal enclosures and mast and ladder houses for railroads. Fast forward three years later,

and the owners buy a much bigger location and move the whole company. As you might expect, several departments got shuffled.

Yep, my department gets folded into a completely different department that has no clue what I do.

At first, it was fine, but it starts to go pear-shaped pretty quickly.

My new supervisor seemed good at first, but I quickly realize he's a snake in the grass.

For example, I had to help the prototype department assemble a new, lighter type of mast and

ladder house. So I'm printing out issues and suggesting fixes, among other things. The new supervisor

is not happy. He keeps coming over, huffing and groaning under his breath, standing over my shoulder,

and he finally interrupts and asks in an angry voice, how much longer will this take? I respond,

I have four more hours today and eight hours every day after that. He looks puzzled, so I explain,

this is my department, this is where I work, these are my responsibilities, so if it takes

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