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First day on the floor

I am tired and sore. And no, I don't have that exciting of a life, so it's not that.

For yet another excruciating summer, I have obtained a summer job at the local slaughter house. Interesting how I seem to ignore all of my vegetarian ways for $9.45 an hour....

My alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. Damn. I got ready, paid $10 for a taxi (note to self: find someone to carpool with), and went to work. Where I waited. And waited. And waited. By the time I got through all of the introductory mumbo jumbo, it was after 7:00 (my shift runs from 6:30 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.).

Worked for a bit, then break. Worked until lunch. During those times, what was I doing? I was looking at chunks of meat making sure there was not gobs of fat attached or bruising. Then, I take the offending piece of animal and toss it to the "trimmer" to rectify the situation. Yes, it was extremely exciting.

After lunch, I was imagining myself throwing meat at people and prance away giggling, when it happened. A hydraulic pump or pipe exploded. Rain of clear oil everywhere. Guess it's break time. We went to the training room, while sanitation threw out all the meat on the lines (which, by the way, 4 conveyor belts holds a damn lot of animal) and scrubbed the place.

In the training room, we had some meeting about a new initiative to promote safer work practices on the line. Why is this important? Because, we got donuts.

Then, break.

Two more hours of work, and I was running up the 5 flights of stairs to the change rooms. Freedom was granted.

If this could happen every few days, I don't think I'll mind being back at work. Now, I need to take a nappy.