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the spot and I started working the next morning. My cousin drove the truck while I rode on the back when we got to the residents houses and apartments, I would get off the truck, take my garbage container, fill it with trash from their cans, and take it to the truck to be dumped. Because the summer heat was between 95-100 degrees and sometimes hotter, we got an early start. We were up and dressed by 4 a.m. and on the job at 5 a. m. about the time the sun start beaming down heat we were almost done, around 2 p.m. we were finished.
The job only lasted about month, my cousin heard someone in the neighborhood say that a factory was on strike and the company was looking for people to hire. I saw him as I was driving toward my grandparents’ house we met on the same street where he told me about the strike. We both decided that we were going to check it out the next evening after getting off work, from the other job we went there to find out if we could apply for a job. Only to find that the strike was going on, we saw people everywhere blocking the driveway into the front gate entry they were strike for more money and better benefits, many of them walked out to start picketing.
The strikers dared anyone to cross the picket line my cousin and I was not afraid we needed the job because it was paying more money. Also we needed to get away from the sunny heat in the smelly garbage that we dealt with every day. My cousin and I went through the picketers, we crossed the line along with a few others it had become very intense, almost everyone was out of control foul words, pushing, and some even threatened to burn anyone’s house down if they tried to apply for their
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