Labor laws, every place has them. But what happens when a small rural community warehouse breaks nearly every single one of them, and gets away with it. This story is based on true events told in the eyes of a witness.
Morning, I hate morning. I can’t get enough sleep, and I have to wake up early for work. I used to be a night person; I could stay up for hours and hours without shedding a single ounce of sleep. I need money though, and fast food wasn’t cutting it, so I found a small manufacturing place east of town called Quality Tool. I heard from a bunch of people that this was a nice place to work. It was small, their pay was somewhat decent, and they were really lenient on attendance.
So word of mouth set into place and before I knew it, I, my girlfriend, her mom and dad were all working there. We are all happy. Eating lunch together, leaving together, and waking up together the following morning.
Sure there were a few set backs to having this place perfect, my lead was a 300 pound pervert, and my supervisor was a dick who had no idea what he was doing.
The building was divided into 3 separate parts. Section 1 started with a small beginning to the building. A few head honchos’ offices were located there, as well as the secretary. The second part of section 1 was punch presses, orange dim lights, grungy environment; it was obviously the first part of the building and the oldest. Section 2 was the same. Tooling, Tapping, CNC, and Assembly were located there. It wasn’t as grungy and old, but it still had the orange dim lights that were really hard to work under every morning. Finally, there was Section 3. A brand new expansion to the warehouse. White lights, brand new bathrooms, and new offices. Located there was D-145, a special name for bigger punch presses, and also located there was the shipping department.
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