I previously mentioned in my self-introduction that I wanted to write a post about working part-time, and now I will describe my working life.
I got in through connections; there is an uncle at the factory who is a friend of my parents. First, let me talk about the factory I work in. This factory mainly processes pipes. I do the most basic work, which is pipe cutting, similar to parcel sorting but lighter. Sometimes I have to move pipes weighing ten or twenty jin (Chinese weight unit), and for heavier ones, I use a crane. Due to long periods of staying at home indulging in pleasure and lack of exercise, plus irregular eating and sleeping habits, my body became very weak. So, in the first two months, I worked for a week and rested for a week. In the third month, I started working full-time (occasionally taking leave), but no overtime at night. From the fourth month, I worked overtime on Saturdays, and from the fifth month, I worked overtime at night (also took some leave during this period, but my bourgeois habits had a strong influence on me). I ran away in the fifth month.
First, let me talk about the working hours for regular employees: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday 8-12, 13:30-17:30, 18:00-20:00; no overtime on Wednesday and Saturday nights.
Next, about the working environment: many workers operate in ways that do not comply with safety regulations, especially the master who trains me. It’s more like playing while working than actual work. I often see him perform some high-risk operations, and surprisingly, nothing has gone wrong so far. The noise and dust inside are also very outrageous. When the weather is good and sunlight shines into the factory, you can see iron shavings and dust in the air. Before I wore proper protective gear like masks, my nose was black from digging out boogers. Also, the protective supplies issued by the factory are useless; their protective effect is minimal in such a hazardous environment. Luckily, my position is far from welding and painting, which could damage health. Despite doing such exhausting work, the full attendance salary for a month for a regular worker is only five or six thousand yuan (after social security deductions). My position is relatively easy. The drinking water for workers in the factory is also very poor. I heard from that uncle that they draw water directly from a nearby river ditch, boil it, and then use it. The food there is not very good (the meat is not good), but at least better than school food.
The quality of the workers in the factory is also hard to judge. I only worked there for two months before they wanted to take me to prostitute, drink, and get massages. Everyone I interacted with near my position seemed to behave the same—either talking about sex or half-mentioning eating, drinking, gambling.
Additionally, I want to mention some incidents that my uncle told me about in the factory. One incident was when a worker was hit in the brow by a hook while operating a crane, and he had to pay out of pocket to sew up over ten stitches. He took three days off and then returned to work. The boss didn’t know, and even after my uncle reported it, the response was, “If you don’t follow safety regulations, it’s none of my business.”
My work in the factory gradually changed my living habits. I used to be often late for work, but later I started to follow the factory’s schedule. At first, I needed to rest often, but gradually I could work for an hour and a half straight without drinking water. That’s all for now; I will add more details if I remember.
Continuing, I want to discuss some ongoing issues since I started working: 1. Masturbation, once a week. I remember a book published during the Cultural Revolution called “Adolescent Hygiene” that explained this issue in detail but did not analyze its social, historical, and class roots. 2. Watching videos (often miscellaneous ones), listening to novels (mainly bourgeois love stories). I like bourgeois love novels because I am introverted and don’t like communicating much, so I have fewer friends and less interaction, and I rarely discuss my inner thoughts. The characters’ intimacy and openness in these novels somewhat reflect my spiritual needs, so I listen to them. However, in bourgeois love novels, women are usually in a weak position; authors often depict women as “easily overwhelmed by emotions,” “soft and weak,” “confused over small matters,” and easily manipulated by men. 3. Watching pornography (about ten times in five months, mostly short clips, only when I masturbate). The reason I want to watch is because I still have thoughts of wanting to control women and to oppress women sexually.
That’s all I can think of for now. If any friends have questions or criticisms, please feel free to ask.