I too worked in a foul factory (pun intended)
Night shift. Arrived at 1am.
Instructed to wear white coat, paper hat, wellies, marigolds.
led to a room at minus 6 degrees and stood under the cold air blower.
The floor awash with six inches of a mixture of chicken blood and barbacue sauce.
machines everywhere making so much noise that I couldn't hear myself retch.
Supervisor with a VERY strong middle-eastern accent, couldn't understand him in a quiet room , let alone in the factory.
I was instructed to move these chickens from there to here...no, go faster...faster...faster.
..cold, so cold
..loud, so loud
..tired, so tired
blood everywhere, running down my arms, filling my boots.
Break time. Dumped the boots, gloves, coat, hat.
in car.
home
bed
peace.
Never to return.
Total time working for John Rannock Foods...
Two hours.
It does not appear on my CV.
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Instructed to wear white coat, paper hat, wellies, marigolds.
led to a room at minus 6 degrees and stood under the cold air blower.
The floor awash with six inches of a mixture of chicken blood and barbacue sauce.
machines everywhere making so much noise that I couldn't hear myself retch.
Supervisor with a VERY strong middle-eastern accent, couldn't understand him in a quiet room , let alone in the factory.
I was instructed to move these chickens from there to here...no, go faster...faster...faster.
..cold, so cold
..loud, so loud
..tired, so tired
blood everywhere, running down my arms, filling my boots.
Break time. Dumped the boots, gloves, coat, hat.
in car.
home
bed
peace.
Never to return.
Total time working for John Rannock Foods...
Two hours.
It does not appear on my CV.