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It’s dusty at Plot No. 369-378. We spend most of the morning just moving tins around. The smell of thinner is always there, you get used to it after a week or two. Some days the machines act up and we have to fix them ourselves before the sun gets too high. It isn't fancy here in the Gidc Ind. Estate, but we stay busy. Usually, there's a layer of white or grey dust on the boots. We talk about the weather a lot because it affects how the batches dry. My cousin helps out on the weekends when things get backed up. We have stacks of empty buckets waiting in the corner and the floor is stained with about twenty different shades of blue. It’s loud when the mixers are going. We just try to get the orders filled so people can get their work done. Most of the time, the radio is playing something just to drown out the noise of the neighboring units. We’ve been at this spot for a while now. Sometimes the light in the back goes out and we have to work by the big door. It’s just how it goes here. People stop by asking for specific tints and we do what we can with what's on the shelf. The truck comes in the afternoon to take the pallets away. Then we sweep up and do it again. It is a long day every day. We don't mind much.