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More suckitude	[Feb. 2nd, 2009|01:08 pm]Temporary workers Megahell
[Tags**|asssholes, drugs, graniteville] [Current Location**	hospital] [mood	annoyed] [music	Nine Inch Nails Hey piggy]For a long time it was pretty lucrative to work the Graniteville chlorine spill cleanup but the work conditions were godawful. There were several different temp agencies that were sending people there. There was very little parking available, so my particular temp agency would have people park at Westside High School in Augusta, GA and they'd take us on the bus to Graniteville.There was a lot of ruckus on the bus, and a lot of drug use. A guy locked himself in the bathroom on the bus pretty often and smoked crack.They had such high turnover they didn't drug test anybody.Most of my co-workers were verbally abusive and prone to threaten violence. The plant itself treated us like scum, we were absolutely forbidden to step into the breakroom or use the shitter in the building, they had portapotties outside. Oftentimes people would fuck in them, I know this, on two different occasions I went to take a piss (they were so nasty I would hold in my shit until I got home) and walked in on two motherfuckers going at it. The work itself was worthless and they were wasting money. It was a lot of sitting around, everytime we'd move to a new area we'd spent just hours watching people set up plastic sheeting and makeshift cooling tubes. Then we'd be given buckets of acidy liquid to wipe down the areas with, and water, and scouring pads. The bosses were really treating us like shit and getting us to do extra, apparently the train wreck also caused 20+ years of grime and grease to build up somehow.They'd feed us lunch in a tent set up on the grounds, they'd bring us a bag lunch. The assholes would always destroy the folding chairs in the tent and fight over the remainder of the chairs.I did not know this my first week and nearly got the shit beaten out of me because I found a chair to sit in. I either had to sit on boxes or just sit on the ground. We had to wear these spacesuits and harnesses and they were impossible to take off so I'd eat lunch in mine even though it stunk and that made sitting down and getting up awkward. They'd line us up military style, tallest to shortest before work, and after lunch, and the guy behind me always kept trying to feel me up.It (the cleanup and all that money) ultimately shut down around May 2006, permanently affecting the drug economy of the CSRA. Oh fucking well.
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