In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The seven o'clock whistle shrilled just as he turned to race up the next flight of stairs. Manny swore and slid through a puddle of spilled coffee on the landing. Dull green factory walls, dismal grey factory stairs, dirty factory floors - he cursed them all. He lost his footing and banged his shin on the next step as he fell. It hurt like hell but he picked himself up and half-walked, half-hopped up the next two flights. Another bad day - and it had barely begun."
The Angle: Vol. 1975
, Article 5.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1975/iss1/5