A typical day of work starts out with a cold blast of chicken fat stimulating your nasal region as soon as you walk in to swipe your worker's ID card. After that, you wash your hands thoroughly, as you should, and suit up (hairnet, plastic smock, work gloves, plastic gloves, earplugs, and goggles, unless you have prescription glasses). You go into the job site and wait for some manager to give you a random errand to run (this includes picking fat off of chicken, filleting chicken, making boxes, or working on the assembly line). The catch is, you don't know who your manger is until a week later. All of my co-workers spoke Spanish (only 4 people I knew of spoke English, broken English at that). This wouldn't be a problem had I known how to speak Spanish. Great thing is, you don't have to learn through spoken language, I was taught through a series of pointing and watching. I learned a lot about people there. The hardest part of the job was the temperature, it's 40-45 degrees at all times. Now I, being the Chicagoan that I am, am quite used to this type of weather, but when you're putting your hands into a pile of chicken meat they do have a tendency to get frozen up and numb. By the end of the day I would have to put my hands over a candle to melt them. I'd say the most enjoyable part of the job was making boxes and lunchtime. This job will be good for you if you are fluent in Spanish, don't mind cold hands, and don't mind the smell.
15 minute breaks, no union