One summer out of high school, that is, in the latter half of the 1970s, I worked in a shop which was, in size, layout and function, very much like the one depicted here, only some 200 years later. It was a local manufacturer of screws, one particular size, under contract with Boeing. Three guys worked the floor, cutting lengths, at a lathe making threads, and me cutting slots, one at a time. I would be the figure on the left facing the window. The only thing missing is a pin-up girl calendar on the wall.
cutting slots in the screw shop
flip the switch
grab the grip
slotless screws
need cutting bad
buckets empty
buckets fill
set the screw
squeeze the vise
slotless screws
need cutting nice
buckets empty
buckets fill
draw the saw
squirt the grease
catch the groove
steel on steel
buckets empty
buckets fill
pull the blade
never cease
feel it move
make it squeal
buckets empty
buckets fill
time skips town
clock flops down
throw it in
cop a break
not a word
hit trip vice
pin-up doll
smiling nice
bag lunch dregs
need eating bad
scarf it now
wolf it mad
drag your bulk
across the floor
slotless screws
need cutting more
buckets empty
buckets fill
suck those fumes
hack them out
slotted screws
want full release
screw the screw
take them all
buckets empty
buckets

George Petty (1894-1975) was an American pin-up artist famous for his calendars, illustrations in Esquire and True magazines, in addition to reproductions on the noses of military airplanes, known as ‘Petty Girls’.
Got that factory rhythm!
Makes me realize that the function of the pinup was to remind you that you are *not* part of the machine.
This reminds me of my time working in a factory punching holes in buttons. You got the repetitive motion, the noise, the tedium. Becoming matching. xxx