Alright, strap yourselves in, fellow Stratford folks, because things are about as cheery as a raindrop on a picnic blanket here at Sikorsky. That Comanche helicopter program bit the dust faster than a free pretzel at the company picnic, and guess who’s left holding the empty mustard packet? Yep, us.
A cool hundred engineers got the pink slip on Thursday, leaving them wondering if their next project will be building sandcastles with their severance pay. Word on the street is, more cuts are on the way, like a rogue squirrel stashing acorns in your car. Apparently, there’s more people wandering the halls than pigeons at the park, and their only current project is contemplating the existential dread of unemployment.
The presidential helicopter contract, our potential knight in shining armor, got delayed longer than a teenager’s curfew. Talk about throwing a monkey wrench into the plan! Now, everyone’s pointing fingers faster than you can say “political football.” Some folks are blaming the White House for playing election games, while others are muttering about the Navy taking a leisurely cruise on the decision-making boat.
Meanwhile, our local heroes in Congress are promising to fight for us like Rocky Balboa in a helicopter hangar. They’re vowing to overturn the Comanche cancellation, secure new contracts, and basically put everyone back to work faster than you can say “Sikorsky strong!” Here’s hoping they have more luck than a lottery ticket with one number off.
So, yeah, things are a little tense here in Stratford. But hey, at least the Oronoque Shopping Plaza is still open, right? Maybe we can all go there and commiserate over bargain-bin sunglasses and questionable discount hot dogs. Just remember, even when the Comanche goes bust, the Sikorsky spirit never truly lands. We’ll weather this storm, one slightly-burnt hot dog at a time.
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