I am a glassblower.
I work with hot glass.
In order to heat the glass I rely on a steady supply of gas. Methane for anyone interested.
Someone in the building where I work is busy building something. I have no idea what it is they’re building, but it’s loud and dusty and resulted in me getting temporarily lost on my first day back because they’d hidden the door leading to my workshop.
All of that is rather annoying, but I filed it under, “things that happen” and carried on with what needed doing.
Yesterday they cut off our gas supply.
I work in Berlin, not Kiev for goodness sake! Continue reading “On forced free time”