Of course during the summer of my 16th year the factory my parents worked at needed some child labor. They called me and asked if I wanted to work. It was basically cleaning things up around the factory to ensure the real workers could really work. I didn’t care for the work and that was one of the things that drove me in my career. It was sad seeing the look on the workers faces day in and day out. Like they knew their lives were slipping away but they couldn’t stop the slide.
Let me tell you, this was no bank teller job. Each day I would go in a 6 a.m. to get the factory floor ready, prep the conveyor belts which needed to be lubricated on each of the 12 bearings. Then I would clean the break room and make sure it was ready for the morning shift. The break room was bustling like a big city at lunch hour. The corporation provided a meal once per day for “lunch” and H.F.C. almost always provided the food. It wasn’t bad, but HFC had about 5 different dishes and rotated them each week. Tuesday meatloaf. Friday chicken. Like clockwork. I was 16 and this was better than being at home.
I had no idea this was going to lead to a life of tax fraud, tax evasion, scams and fraud, not for me of course, but for the man I was going to meet that summer. We’ll call him “Andrews Tax Fraud” because he was named Andrews and all that people remember him for is his tax frauding ways.
Here is a picture of some factory workers that clearly have an attitude. Work isn’t always fun.
More to come tomorrow!
