July 19, 2010
I go behind the factory to take my lunch. There is no one there today and I eat my roast beef sandwich quietly. As I finish, a woman in a business suit approaches. She is from the intake side. She has not worked for twelve years. She will have to wear different clothes when they put her in the factory. I tell her it will be ok, even though I am not so sure. I have my reservations about this. I do not know to what extent this is a good thing and to what extent we are being exploited.