A Day Without a Mexican

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So, right now I work in Spring Potatoes. I stand on a conveyor belt all day as potatoes go past me and onto a semi truck to be sold and transported for seed. My job is to take out the garbage, like the rotten potatoes, rocks, weeds, and other such things. Every once in awhile a weird piece of garbage will pass by like rusted pliers. I work with five Mexican ladies that mainly speak Spanish. There is this documentary, I think by Michael Moore, called A Day Without a Mexican. It explores what life would be like if there were no Mexicans, mainly in California and the jobs they do and how the economy would fall apart. I've never seen it but that is what I gleaned from the trailer. If that happened at Jorgenson Farms, where I work, I would be the only one left besides the owner.

I have learned a lot from working with these amazing ladies. They are so giving and full of life. Laughter can almost always be heard, even though the job we do isn't the most pleasant. Everyday Sylvia brings a hot drink and this delicious bread with sugary goodness on top. My dad told me what it was called, but I forgot and he isn't in the vicinity to tell me. They refuse a "No, Thank You" as a good answer to the offer. I once got scolded for only taking half of the loaf of bread and not the whole thing. This is the before lunch snack, after lunch they break out the fruit and pass it around. Some days they even add to the deliciousness with candy. One day, they even fed me lunch. I had my own but they served me good sized helpings of everything they had prepared. Best food ever!! I am so grateful for the opportunity I've had to work with these ladies. They are amazing!