text_original: "Colohan, are you sick of this job?" queried Neale, after greeting the boss. "Yes  an' no," replied Colohan. "You want to quit, then?" went on Neale, bluntly. The Irishman evidently took this curt query as a foreword of the coming dismissal. He looked shamed, crestfallen, at a loss to reply. "Don't misunderstand me," continued Neale. "I'm not going to fire you. But if you are sick of the job you can quit. I'll boss the gang myself...
text_transcription: KOHAN ARE YOU SICK OF THIS JOB QUERIED NEIL AFTER GREETING THE BOSS YES AND NO REPLIED KOOLHAN WANT TO QUIT THEN WENT ONIL BLUNTLY THE IRISHMAN EVIDENTLY TOOK THIS CURT QUERY AS A FORWARD OF THE COMING DISMISSAL HE LOOKED SHAMED CRESTFALLEN AT A LOSS TO REPLY DON'T MISUNDERSTAND ME CONTINUED NEIL I'M NOT GOING TO FIRE YOU BUT IF YOU'RE SICK OF THE JOB YOU CAN QUIT I'LL BOSS THE GANG MYSELF
phonemes: "kˈɑːloʊhˌæn, ɑːɹ juː sˈɪk ʌv ðɪs dʒˈɑːb?" kwˈiəɹɪd nˈiːl, ˈæftɚ ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋ ðə bˈɔs. "jˈɛs æn nˈoʊ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd kˈɑːloʊhˌæn. "juː wˈɔnt tə kwˈɪt, ðˈɛn?" wɛnt ˌɔn nˈiːl, blˈʌntli. ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃmən ˈɛvɪdəntli tˈʊk ðɪs kˈɜːt kwˈiəɹi æz ɐ fˈɔːɹwɜːd ʌvðə kˈʌmɪŋ dɪsmˈɪsəl. hiː lˈʊkt ʃˈeɪmd, kɹˈɛstfɔːlən, æɾə lˈɔs tə ɹᵻplˈaɪ. "dˈoʊnt mɪsˌʌndɚstˈænd mˌiː," kəntˈɪnjuːd nˈiːl. "aɪm nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə fˈaɪɚ juː. bˌʌt ɪf juː ɑːɹ sˈɪk ʌvðə dʒˈɑːb juː kæn kwˈɪt. aɪl bˈɔs ðə ɡˈæŋ maɪsˈɛlf...