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Two days later, Leah stood peering over the edge of a giant vat with a hairnet over her new hair and safety glasses and wearing her fat pads. She had lugged heavy bags of ingredients from stainless steel trolleys to these containers, using a box cutter to slice open the bags and dump the ingredients over the edge. Her "helper" and mentor for the day was Renee Wilson, who had told her she'd been working on that same line for three years without a promotion or raise.
Renee leaned over Leah's shoulder. "You see here, Tammy," she shouted in Leah's ear so she could be heard over the clashing of machinery, "this control allows you to move the elevator housing. You clamp the arms around the vat and let the controls do the rest. You can do the work of ten men within the power of your hand. I'
