Worked as a cleaner at the Canadian airport.

Less than a month after I came to Canada, I got a job as a cleaner at the airport. The manager only asked me to fill out a form. The content is very simple, just my name, date of birth, address, telephone number and S.I.N social security number, and I will start working immediately. At that time, I thought it was easier to just be a temporary trade union!

But if you work in such an important department as the mainland airport, you can't find out your ancestors' three generations, class composition, social relations, personal history and so on for a month and a half. How can I sign up for work immediately!

Introduced by a Vietnamese friend who is also a cleaner there, he now works in an airline service company. This friend works at the airport in the afternoon, and works in another room after work, one day 16 hours, full of hard work.

He said that the workers in this company have trade unions, large organizations, good welfare and high wages, which are twice as high as the minimum standard wage. They also negotiated an annual salary increase through trade unions, and each class provided a meal.

I am a proletarian, and I came to Canada with nothing.

When applying for immigration to Canada in the Mainland, the school will handle the resignation and the salary will be paid in January every year. At that time, my salary was 60 yuan, and I worked for 20 years to 1200 yuan. Due to foreign exchange control, this 2000 yuan cannot be fully converted into Hong Kong dollars. If you change Hong Kong dollars, it will only be enough for a family of four to fly from Hong Kong to Toronto.

Resigned from public office, lost his iron rice bowl, revoked his hukou, cut off the supply of oil, grain and coal, and returned his house. There is no turning back. The last battle, cross the rubicon. The only way to cross the river is to move forward.

Nothing, more fearless, doesn't it mean that the proletariat loses only its shackles?

Fortunately, the human resources department immediately introduced my wife to a vocational school training and gave her post allowance and fare allowance. She thinks my job is unstable and I'm unemployed. So help us as much as you can. We new immigrants live a life and are very human.

All the children have no money to go to school. The government gives children's allowance (commonly known as milk money) every month to solve urgent needs.

The rear is stable, and friends and relatives come to help. Dangerous and then organic. When there is a new opportunity, why not try it? Ride an ox to find a horse!

Know human rights for the first time

When I arrived at the flight kitchen, I met the personnel manager, a big fat man with a big smile. He asked me:

Are you looking for a job?

"Yes!"

"Please come with me."

Of course, you have to fill out the form. This time, I have to apply for full-time and be strict!

Don't! As usual, there are five basic items: name, date of birth, telephone number, address and crime number. Also added: education level: primary school, middle school, university.

This time, there is one more form, which is to sign and agree to join the trade union automatically. The company does not employ non-union employees.

He asked me to go to work the next day and explained my position, salary, benefits, shifts, etc. , and then send me out.

I didn't think it was so simple to find a job. I asked an old overseas Chinese for advice. He told me to read the handbook of new immigrants in Ontario.

The book points out in the chapter "Employment":

"Ontario's human rights law protects people from discrimination because of race, religion, color, age, sex, nationality, ancestral home, birthplace and marital status."

It goes on to point out that employers can't ask about the birthplace of job seekers, can't ask for birth certificates or photos, and can't ask questions about race, nationality, color or religion.

Unless approved by the Committee, gender and marriage cannot affect the employment decision of job seekers.

Canadian companies strictly enforce laws and regulations and oppose discrimination.

Ha ha! As a member of the proletariat, I get not only democracy and freedom, but also human rights! Human rights!

No wonder the manager doesn't ask me about my birthplace, mother tongue, nationality, religious belief, homosexuality, bisexuality and heterosexuality. He didn't ask me anything, and of course he didn't want to archive the photos.

I remember that after working for several years, the department manager took a job application form and asked me if I could tell whether the applicant was a man or a woman from the name. Because there is no sex in the table, the table came by mail. I think the spelling is Vietnamese Pinyin. For those of us who can't tell the gender from the translated names, we can only say sorry!

The Human Rights Committee pointed out that employers' job advertisements should not specify which employees to hire, such as race, sex, religion, color or age, including the use of exclusive words such as "he" and "she", such as "head waiter" and "waitress". If you see a notice that violates the standard, you can report it.

To report a crime, open the advertisement column of one of the three major newspapers and you can see "male driver", "waitress", "young and strong" and "no smoking" and so on. There are even advertisements such as "invite beautiful women", "invite young ladies" and "be beautiful and generous, lively and cheerful". What can the Human Rights Commission do to treat these employers? Why can some companies do it and some can't?

You have been discriminated against in employment, and you will have a greater chance of being discriminated against at work, right?

Except race, color, religion, etc. There is also a rule that you can't be discriminated against because you have been pardoned.

In other words, employees are not allowed to ask about their past history, even if they have just been released from prison. So you can't ask the employee's previous name. He (she) changed his name, so you have no right to ask.

This is the anti-discrimination law of the Canadian Human Rights Commission. Working here, you should be calm.

First job

I was really flustered on my first day at work. I have been here for a month, and I am not familiar with Toronto, Canada and western society.

When you enter the factory, you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. I heard the constant orders on the radio, calling this and that, as well as flight numbers and various codes and numbers, which I couldn't understand at all.

The same manager took me into the dressing room and gave me an automatic lock and password, as well as a locker. I received a clean white overalls and a white hat to cover my hair. Then enter the workshop.

There is a clear sign at the door of the workshop, and you are not allowed to enter without overalls.

Although we don't copy cards, deduct points or violate traffic laws and regulations, all workers consciously abide by them, and all outsiders, such as airline delegations, school students' interns and superior inspection teams, etc. You can only enter if you wear clean white overalls or hats.

After passing a workshop, I saw the conveyor belt rotating continuously. The workers put all kinds of food on the plates. ...

I went to another workshop, which was a big kitchen. Several chefs in tall hats are cooking food. ...

Go through the kitchen to another room, first go to the manager's office, write a book, and the equipment manager! )。

The manager, the yellow-faced woman, was overjoyed. I seem to have met an old friend. Unexpectedly, his first sentence was: he can't speak Chinese. This is Canada.

I know from his accent that he is from Hong Kong. He asked me to fill out a form, just like the one in the personnel department. This is here!

Then one day, he whispered to me that speaking Chinese with me would arouse suspicion, and I couldn't speak it in the workplace.

He called the foreman, an Indian, and took me to the workshop.

Go to the assembly line. There are six conveyor belts. Take me to the third line.

There are three workers in each line. They told me to stand at the end, and the original workers left.

The team leader is a fat old Italian mother, and sometimes she can't hear clearly whether she speaks Italian or English.

The second is a tall black woman from Jamaica.

She called me China, and I asked her why she didn't call me an official China. She said that's what they call it in their country. I think it is also in line with English habits, and there is no discrimination. Besides, all her compatriots here call me that. I'm from China. The manager was quickly transferred back to Vancouver.

line production

There is no training in formal work. Of course, when you see kung fu, most people know it at a glance.

Just stand by and take the conveyor belt as an accessory and part of the machine and do mechanical actions.

Above is an inclined frame with a square plastic grid basket inside. Pick it up on the conveyor belt, put the recycled clean tableware and utensils in, fill it up and push it up. The basket will be sent to a big steam engine and washed by a drum.

There is a conveyor belt overhead. Send these baskets back. Let's take it down and put it on the shelf for use.

The conveyor belt is always running unless the machine is out of order.

The airline, which serves all flights, pushes the dining car of all planes here. Clean and disinfect all dining cars, electric stoves and tableware before the next return flight, and then put fresh food on the plane according to the number of passengers.

What we do is the first process, cleaning the dining car, cleaning all the tableware and utensils in different categories and sending them to the food department.

The tableware of each airline is different, and the tableware used by different models of the same company is also different. The conveyor belt is really varied, and it will be the same for a while.

That black woman is very friendly. She always tells me what utensils to take, how to put them in the basket and what rubbish to dump into the canal. ...

She offered to help me when I was in a hurry. When I really couldn't handle it, she helped me press the button and stopped the conveyor belt. Tell old mother to slow down, because I'm a novice and my first day at work!

I'm a little nervous. I'm afraid the lost tableware will be poured into the canal by mistake. I am even more afraid that knives, forks and spoons will leak into the conveyor belt, causing the machine to malfunction and stop running.

Jamaican told me in a friendly way that if I accidentally fell into the canal and went to the garbage room, I would send it back after cleaning it up, whether I was nervous or not.

Different shapes and materials, but in general, it's just a dinner plate, a baking pan, a bowl, a dish, a knife, a fork and other foreign objects, not bad!

There is no possibility of recycling and cleaning all paper bags and soft plastics, and it will be finished as soon as hot water is used. Only hard plastics can stand the washing of hot, cold and poisonous water. Once the principle is determined, it will be easy.

There was a flurry, and two hours passed. This is a short rest. According to the regulations, there is a ten-minute break for two hours. I stopped the conveyor belt, washed my hands and went to the lounge to have a rest.

The lounge is also a restaurant, which provides milk, coffee, bread and hot meals three times a day.

Hot rice is generally two kinds of meat, a staple food and a vegetable. Sometimes when the kitchen department is not busy, it will send us a plate of salad or hot soup, which is also one of the benefits of the company, only 35 cents.

When I went to the restaurant, it turned out that there were two Asian women with yellow face and black hair in our department. One of them is from Singapore and the other is from Indonesia. She can only speak English, but not Chinese.

Looking around the crowd, women account for more than 70% and have different skin colors. Indians, blacks, whites, Yugoslavs, etc. Later, I learned that it was dubbed the "United Nations Factory".

After a short rest, I went back to work. For the first time in my life, I met something against my conscience: pouring a large box of fresh milk into the canal.