"ploitering." my mentor laughs. (i wrote that before. he laughs a lot; being in the shop is good for the soul.) "we do a lot of that here," he says.

i am in the front, cleaning and re-assembling casters from the shitty upright from the theatre department. "ploitering - i forgot that one?"

"to work to little purpose."
"ah."

i laugh.