The fingers danced in the air like a conductor's, as bottles rose up in an orderly queue — one being labeled, the previous one already filled with liquid, and the one before that topped with a cap and flying towards the shelf.
Each person looked like an automated bottling line, operating with a fluidity and efficiency of a high order.
Even while multitasking, they could chat and complain.
"With work like today's, a few more days like this and we won't need more than three or five newcomers a day. Before long, we'll be free from this tedious task. After all, they don't know how to complain, and they don't mind working 24 hours a day without becoming irritable."
"Dream on, even if we get out of this task, there's another one waiting. Lately, they've been fussing over the textile industry. The Lord himself has gone out to buy cotton. Once the cotton is brought back and the textile workshop starts up, do you think they'll spare us?"
