I Can Fix This Hunk of Metal—The Boss Bet His Life on It

Summary

I was laid off from the big auto plant.

Middle-aged, with no other marketable skills, the only work I could find was managing the stockroom at a small private manufacturing firm.

On my first day, I saw it in the corner, a massive machine shrouded in dust.

It was a state-of-the-art imported precision instrument, worth over half a million dollars, just sitting there like a heap of scrap metal.

A new coworker snickered. “Don’t even bother looking. The boss paid a fortune for it, hired eight different experts, and none of them could get it working. It’s just an expensive paperweight now.”