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As molders and day laborers, we were the most despised workers in the factory; and the fitters and others who felt superior mockingly called us “pot bakers” and referred to the brickworks as the “pot bakery,” but that was about all they knew about it. And when payday came along, wages were distributed in the porter’s shack, which everyone had to pass. This always happened after the end of the workday. As a rule, at six o’clock sharp the cashier already had the money ready in the little room of the shack, and any master arriving with his people would step up to the door and report to the cashier. After that, the payout proceeded quickly, because the money for each worker was already counted out and wrapped in the pay slip, and each little packet was marked in big letters with the name of the respective recipient. So then, the cashier would step to the door where the master stood, grab a bunch of packets from the appropriate box, and call out the name on the first packet. As soon as that person called “here,” the cashier gave the packet to the master, who handed it over to the recipient, but if no one called “here,” the cashier put the packet back into the box. It once happened that we arrived for payment at just the right time, for one master and his people had just been processed. So we all entered the porter’s shack and our master stepped up to the door and reported; the cashier got the money box ready and the bookkeeper sitting behind the table pulled out our list. But before the cashier had started the payout, the chief master of the mechanical workshop appeared with his people, forced his way to the door, and pushed our master aside. When the latter resisted a bit, he asked him proudly: “Does the brickworks take precedence over the mechanical workshop?” And that was enough for our master to step aside, and we had to leave the shack again so that the fitters could enter.