We have three thousand pound of dough. Sometimes three thousand pound. More! They pay me 11 an hour. I work hard, hard, hard.
You know the jelly? I fill that. Yesterday, I fill 62 baskets. Too much, 62, too much. My neck hurt all the time. Then, I take the sugar jelly. Yesterday, 68. You're killing me, man.
If you work from 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, four hours, they give you 30 minutes. I take overtime, so nine hours, 30 minutes. And they don't pay you, you know. Other companies pay you.
People who work five years, they give them 12.
I want to change this work. Horrible.
I work at TJ Max. Was bad. Because I work just two days. I have to watch my baby. Saturday and Sunday, because my kid home, I can't work.
He in childcare. The bus pick him up every day, 7:50. I give my baby to the bus, then he come back 3:30.
Sometime, they told me, "You have to work at 4 O'clock." I have to take my baby, then I have to go to the other school, for my daughters.
I never sleep. Never. I told you. I can't sleep.
Sunday off, Monday working, Tuesday off. They don't give me two days off. f*ck it. No problem. "Because we don't have the people." Of course, you don't have the people, because everybody left. One day, everybody left. Too much. Good people quit.
Spanish people, they steal stuff. I just finish my work. I see beside the car, a bucket. They say, "Mommy, don't touch it." It's heavy. I think about telling the manager. I afraid.
We have buckets of vanilla, chocolate. Expensive buckets. More than 30 dollar. Used to be nobody take this stuff. They take the glaze. They have friends with stores, so they sell it.
We have 24 people. American, Spanish, anybody. Just me, Araby.
In my country, the men work. The women watch the kids, the house.
In 2003, I live with my mom, and my dad, in Baghdad. When my mom die, when my brothers die, I be married, this time. So I live with my husband, in Kirkuk, then, terrible with that family, so I move back to Baghdad. I live in Baghdad nine years.
My father is a farmer. He grow vegetables, fruits, apples, lemons. One day, I stand with my father outside, and American trucks, four! come. We see my brothers come home from fishing. Two, three American soldiers jump from trucks, shoot, tat, tat, tat, tat! They kill my brothers, so we get their bodies, you know. We have a good life, but they break it.
You know the jelly? I fill that. Yesterday, I fill 62 baskets. Too much, 62, too much. My neck hurt all the time. Then, I take the sugar jelly. Yesterday, 68. You're killing me, man.
If you work from 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, four hours, they give you 30 minutes. I take overtime, so nine hours, 30 minutes. And they don't pay you, you know. Other companies pay you.
People who work five years, they give them 12.
I want to change this work. Horrible.
I work at TJ Max. Was bad. Because I work just two days. I have to watch my baby. Saturday and Sunday, because my kid home, I can't work.
He in childcare. The bus pick him up every day, 7:50. I give my baby to the bus, then he come back 3:30.
Sometime, they told me, "You have to work at 4 O'clock." I have to take my baby, then I have to go to the other school, for my daughters.
I never sleep. Never. I told you. I can't sleep.
Sunday off, Monday working, Tuesday off. They don't give me two days off. f*ck it. No problem. "Because we don't have the people." Of course, you don't have the people, because everybody left. One day, everybody left. Too much. Good people quit.
Spanish people, they steal stuff. I just finish my work. I see beside the car, a bucket. They say, "Mommy, don't touch it." It's heavy. I think about telling the manager. I afraid.
We have buckets of vanilla, chocolate. Expensive buckets. More than 30 dollar. Used to be nobody take this stuff. They take the glaze. They have friends with stores, so they sell it.
We have 24 people. American, Spanish, anybody. Just me, Araby.
In my country, the men work. The women watch the kids, the house.
In 2003, I live with my mom, and my dad, in Baghdad. When my mom die, when my brothers die, I be married, this time. So I live with my husband, in Kirkuk, then, terrible with that family, so I move back to Baghdad. I live in Baghdad nine years.
My father is a farmer. He grow vegetables, fruits, apples, lemons. One day, I stand with my father outside, and American trucks, four! come. We see my brothers come home from fishing. Two, three American soldiers jump from trucks, shoot, tat, tat, tat, tat! They kill my brothers, so we get their bodies, you know. We have a good life, but they break it.
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