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One day, at dock , productivity was as non-existent as a mirage in the desert. The runouts were at a standstill, and the situation seemed to get worse with every passing minute. Everyone looked at each other like cowboys in a western movie, unsure of who would draw first.

Then, a message arrived on the supervisors’ phones. A very serious message, as serious as a cowboy hat:

“Hello,

As you can see, productivity is not up to par on the dock , especially in the runouts. Starting tonight, each supervisor must take responsibility for their role. Lohnny, you’re in charge of the runouts and coding. Fancy, you’re on injections and Handlers. Forges, you’re in training with Lohnny and Fancy, but not responsible for now. You still have a chance to be the hero of the day or… the one who brings coffee.”

Lohnny, the king of runouts, stood up, puffing out his chest like a superhero. “The runouts are my friends,” he thought, clenching his fist. He knew this task wouldn’t be easy, but he wasn’t one to run away. Fancy, on the other hand, had injections and Handlers to manage, and he felt as powerful as a scientist in a white coat. But one thing worried him: he hadn’t finished his breakfast yet, and he absolutely had to finish it before 08:40 to do the inventory. There was no way he was missing his epic inventory moment.

As for Forges, he was still just a trainee. He looked at his two colleagues with admiration, wondering when he would finally be in charge. But for now, he wasn’t ready to wear the superhero cape. Maybe later, after mastering the secret of coffee and photocopiers.

The evening came, and dinnertime approached. The infamous incident from yesterday had made things even more complicated. The tension was palpable in the air. “I won’t impose an order for dinner,” the message said. “But make sure you don’t leave at the same time. And Dany, remember, finish your lunch by 08:40 for the inventory!”

Fancy, watching the time tick away, swallowed his last piece of bread like it was a contract to be signed. He knew the inventory couldn’t wait. Lohnny and Forges exchanged a look, a glint in their eyes. They said in unison, “Tonight, it’s every man for himself, but together in failure.”

Minutes passed. Fancy managed to finish his lunch right on time. Forges, as a trainee, pretended to understand what was going on but figured at least he could make a great coffee for everyone. As for Lohnny, he was still battling with the runouts, swearing that one day, the runouts would bend to his will.

And so, despite all the responsibilities and tight schedules, everyone left that night a little more tired, but with a sense of mission accomplished… or at least almost. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate,” the message concluded, but clearly, no one had any answers to give.