It was seemingly even worse than she could have imagined. The mining crew was even worse than her engineering peers. Simply amazing. Rivka Eshel had learned to ignore the jokes, insults and various other pranks related mostly to such words as "drilling", yet she couldn’t help but to angrily rip the paper from the Chief’s hand after hearing her fancy Indian name. Opening the small piece of paper she simply stared at it with amazement, then back at the Chief Miner with a fiercely furious flare in her eyes. Holding up the paper she starts to yell.
And now then what is this supposed to be?! Another joke? Is there a single miner here who takes his job seriously!? You think the lithium is mining itself while you play the Sheriff here?! No! If my calculations are right, based on the samples, we are dealing with some very poor quality rock, and your quotas aren’t going to fill themselves!
Angered Eshel took a deep breath and then accidentally stared at Barraco who was working with his drones.
You! You are now a Senior Mining Specialist, and you will be the acting Chief Miner or whatever in here, until I get this mess sorted. Just try to run the show, I am sure there someone you can manage to work with. I want a report every hour, delivered to my office. Written on a computer. Printed. IN ENGLISH. And you, “Chief”, will probably get a meeting with the HR – or the captain over this simply brilliant report of yours. And for heaven's sake, start mining here! And Barraco, no HATS!
Visibly frustrated Eshel left with as speedy steps as she had entered with, deciding to instead go inspect some equipment. And to take the “report” to the HR office and head of personnel as a justification for requesting a permanent transfer for the “Chief”.
