It isn’t a job. Even when it’s your job. People stay here a long time. Started as kids. Hire their own kids later on.
Each guy has a favorite chair. Maybe the one in a magazine. A movie. Mostly, it’s the one you wrestled for hours.
Aluminum doesn’t forgive. You bend and shape and grind and force. It’s a fight. But satisfying. The chair will be around long after you are.
For the rest of the world, maybe easy is better. That’s not us. That’s not our chairs.
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