Used to work in a produce warehouse for a bunch of fucking exploitative bastards.

The worse day was in the middle of a then 10-hour shift, where I came around the corner, and found a diabetic friend of mine passed out on the floor. They wouldn't let him take a break for necessary personal maintenance. He did get to go home after that. The rest of us had to work four more hours.

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