The bottle factory was an effort to escape from myself in search of me. From outside the factory looked like a giant red shipping container, inside it was washed in white fluorescent light. Inside the factory was a whole different world. A perfect hideaway from the world outside.
The first night of my job, I punched in 15 minutes before the start time. The entrance was on the ground floor, right through it was a small room with a wall sized mirrors on it that served as the employees locker room. I found myself a used, sweat soaked, stinky red apron with the companies logo on it and wore it on top of my shirt. I slipped on a cheap pair of latex gloves and put on a surgical mask and covered my head with a blue bouffant cap that...