yokogawa branch closed

to everything turn, turn, turn. there is a season, and this season is the hottest and stickiest of the year. in packing up the yokogawa branch office of tepid industries, we have discovered new limits to the amounts of sweat that the human body can produce and still remain functional. we have rubbed our skin raw in wiping this sweat from our brows and scratched at the bites through which the mosquitos drew our blood until the bites themselves began to bleed. we were yelled at by the town "higher-ups" for wearing sandals with neckties and for introducing our successors to their future co-workers before they were officially our successors.

there were many hidden costs, both monetary and emotional, yet through it all, we had each other.

and that's what we here at tepid industries are all about: tepidness and unity.

tepidity.

it is all but done now. let us rejoice in knowing that we gave it a try and it didn't kill us, so it follows by the law of adages that we are now stronger.  

when i snap my fingers, the yokogawa offices will be forever shut.

not yet...

mada...

ready?

one...

two...

two and a half...

three...

there.