A couple of months ago, Hui and I were helpers for a glass installation shop. The owner (let’s call him Jeremiah Billingsworth V for anonymity) seemed to like us, and I suspect that, never having employees that would give him intellectual stimuli, he enjoyed our mild eccentricity. Continue reading Too Angry over Milk
How Important the Glass Was to Us
Hui and I used to work at a glass shop, repairing windows and installing showers, and once in a while we would have to cut pieces of glass. Being at the shop for 3 weeks, our boss still doubted whether we could use a level, so he was slightly uncomfortable with us cutting glass.