Books [Anna Novak]
I've been working at Agar's for eight months now, since Armour's put me on the blacklist. Our contract expires in July, our union contract and we're negotiating for another one with them now. I was appointed steward by the union but when we get our contract we'll elect our stewards by union membership vote. Agar's isn't so bad now. Half the plant was organized before I got my job there, but did we have to crawl to get the others in. Now what we want is a good contract, and if they won't bargain, all we need to do is tie up the [killing?] floor and the order department and Agar's will close up tighter than a [?] clam. They can't afford that. And we've got the plant with us solid.
One thing, you should see the rash the girls get, those that have to handle poisoned pork. And the acids from cans, it just gets you so that you can't stand up. You don't know what's the matter with you but work you can't to save your life. Then it's so easy to catch cold, one girl working right next to another coughs and you know she can't turn around, she's got production to make on a line, and there you are. The whole table of girls will be coughing and sneezing over their work. A girl can't take time off on account of a cold, the company wouldn't let them and they can't lose all that pay, anyway. Another thing, in our department we have two toilets for 100 people, girls. You should see before we got the union, you could scrape the muck off the floor with