My Factory Experience
I can say that I once worked at a food factory even though I wasn't there long enough to actually make a sandwich. I thought this might be a good story to type up while I'm here bored at work.
A couple of months ago I was nearly flat broke, I didn't really need the money but I thought that if could last a couple of weeks then the money could last a couple of months without a job.
Before I could even start work I had to attend an unpaid training session in town. Lizzy the agency lady who had arranged work for me before warned me that it was hard work. I told her that I didn't mind.
Day 1.
I woke up at 4. Got ready and left my 4:30 am. Waking up at that time made me feel like I was leaving for the airport.
I waited at the bus stop until 5:30am. Bus was supposed to have turned up at 5 according to my letter. I was cold and tired..I left. Went to sleep
Around 3pm the same day I called Lizzy to let her know what had happened. She agreed it was ok and that I could turn up the next day. Great.
Day 2 began the same. Woke up and left for the bus for 5.
This time I waited till 5:45, bus turns up, I'm happy and leave for work. Nice.
I'm there, finally. I turn up at the factory at the outskirts of my town. 30 min bus haha. I'm fucking tired.
I walk with the others toward the entrance. Felt lost and confused, I didn't mind though. Just thinking about the money.
I'm finally here. I sign in. Speak to a couple of people that help me with getting around. Get to know some of the people here. Mostly asian. Some European and then a few blacks as well. Barely anyone here spoke English but man.. I don't care. I'm here for only one reason I repeat to myself.
Lady approaches me. Can't remember her name so we'll call her Chillchick29 because she's pretty chill and she looks about 29. And a girl.
She lets me know the bad news. I can't work today. Wtf. Apparently they forgot about me so had no for space to work today. Don't worry she told me. I'll still get paid for travel. Nice I said. £12 she said. Fuck that I thought.
I'm back home again. It's 7:30. 2 days in and I've made a total of £12 quid. Good start I told myself.
Now it's Day 4. Day 3 was my day off.
Wake up. Eat and I'm there for 6.
Chillchick29 let's me know I can finally work. Fuck yeah.
She then helps me out with the gear. A hat net, Beard net and a coat. A pair of feet nets and boots.
I'm finally ready for war.
Wash my hands twice, walk through a couple of gates and I'm in.
Inside was what felt like a huge refrigerator. Big and cold. Everybody wore the same, managers wore red nets instead. They showed me around, chicken there tuna here and prawn in between. Good, I'm know where I am.
Chillchick29 looks for a station for me, I'm standing there cold and lost. Money is singing in my head, gives my warmth
She comes back, looks sad. Huh.. Why? Why?
She says there's no work today.
What?? Fuck this. She says I'll still get my travel. £12. Fuck that.
She lets me go home. Take off my boots. Jacket. Nets of all kinds and walk outside.
Im fucking happy. Hate that place, rather be broke
I go home. It's 9:30, don't go to sleep. Why? Because this is Gona be a good day. I'm broke but I don't fucking care, I lie to myself
Peace.
Submitted November 13, 2017 at 08:06PM by Cloued http://ift.tt/2yX2ols PointlessStories
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