Patil Thermoplastics

I have been at Patil Thermoplastics at Parvati 74 for a long time now. The building is an older structure, and you can see the wear on the walls if you look closely. Inside, the space is mostly filled with crates of plastic parts and the machines that we use. There is a specific smell to the place, a mix of warm plastic and machine oil, that I don't even notice anymore. I usually spend my hours walking between the different stations, making sure nothing has jammed. The address at Parvati 74 is easy to find, but the street itself can be a bit narrow for the larger delivery trucks. I often have to go out and help the drivers navigate the turn so they don't hit the neighbor’s wall. My hands are usually a bit stained from the work, and I keep a rag in my back pocket at all times. The noise of the equipment is constant, a sort of rhythmic thumping that fills the whole room. I have a small office area with a wooden desk that is cluttered with samples and old invoices. Sometimes I sit there and try to organize the paperwork, but I prefer being out on the floor where I can see what is happening. The light comes in through high windows, casting long shadows across the stacks of finished goods by the late afternoon. I usually count the inventory one last time.