:) - I'm just happy I finally remembered Bertha's name. I worked with her on the 'clean-up' line. that's the 3 of us who pulled off the necks that hadn't been cut off like supposed to been, while sticking our hands inside to rip out the lungs that the lung-suckers missed. left-hand pulled the neck, while right hand in tiny chicken butt - index and middle finger scraping along the lung cavity. 70 a minute between 3 people. Vergie was the other regular...
Vergie was bi-lingual so she stood in the middle, cause Bertha spoke only spanish and chattered a lot and Vergie translated back and forth. couse I mostly said 'uhhuh' so my side was easy for her. 'Twas Bertha dubbed me Diablo.
daym, I loved that chicken plant. about unions... the union made it a bit easier to work a very hard job (wet cement floor, crushing things on the hands, knees going bad, wearing rubber boots and gloves and a rubber apron all day, not to mention the hair net)... but we got paid a decent wage, and got to go to the doctor, and we picked up for each other in hard times and...
and people just pick up chickens in the supper market and think they got there by magic.
and Bertha, with an accent that would get me fired in Arizona?, was Bear'ta. I was Yannet. |
