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Devin Bryant

Maine Worker

His eyelids slowly open as the sun glares down on him through the cracks in the blinds. He picks his heavy body off the bed and stands on the floor staggering to gain his balance. Jim makes his way down the stairs to the kitchen and puts water on the stove for his tea that he so desperately needs in the morning. He then heads to the bathroom and takes his time brushing his yellow stained teeth and his dirt stained wrinkly hands. As Jim steps out of the bathroom the hot steaming sound of the tea kettle begins to whistle right on time. He sits at the table sipping his tea and reading the daily paper. Once he's done with the paper and decides that he has fully enjoyed the last sip of his tea he begins to make himself a lunch. First a nice sandwich that contains turkey, lettuce, maybe a little tomato, and some mayo. Next a nice healthy yogurt and finally a nice refreshing pepsi. He packs it all in his lunch box grabs a paint splattered hat and sets it on his head just right so that it covers his bald spot in the back. Jim then steps out the door to load his truck up with all the tools that he will need for the day to work on the big three story house he's helping to build. Once he has everything he hoists himself up into the seat of his truck and takes off.

Jason Canane Maine Worker 9/28/09

One of Maine's younger ambitious workers is Dakota Norton. A tall statue of six foot three, size twelve shoes, a face smooth as a baby's butt, and a skinny body like a Slim Jim, leading to his nick name, Slim-Jim. He never misses a day of work except for when his his 1500 extended cab Chevy Silverado needed work to be done on it. Dakota, or as we call him D-Man, works at night at the Blueberry Factory along with me, making the night shift pay plus a fork lift driver's pay. Unlike most workers, he has tremendous fun at work, only because he's on top of the world with his Toyota forklift. What really gets people in the factory laughing is when he yells “ALFALFA” out loud. But he isn't just fun all the time. He is a serious worker when it comes down to business, usually forklifting blueberries from one spot to another, although D-Man has made a couple of spills. One night a ton plus landed two feet from the tip top of my boots. My heart jumped out of my chest and ran away! But on the other hand, the dock crew got a chance to tease him about the spill. Working these night shifts can take a toll on people. But one of the main reasons why he likes it there is because people don't get cranky as much as they do one the day shift. Like I say, it's the best job in Maine, and surly D-Man loves working there and will come back the following year.

Brandon Raye
Maine Workers Paper

Its 3 o' clock in the morning and everyone is sleeping, Bruce is just waking up to a loud alarm clock telling him to be up for work. Bruce has to get ready and be out in the truck headed for work by three-forty-five if he wants to be on the blue berry fields around four-thirty. Bruce drives a harvester from the beginning of august to september, or until all the blueberries are off the fields they work on. When Bruce arrives to the field the sun is usually not up yet so he goes over to the tractors and starts them up to get the cabs nice and warm. He then checks the harvester equipment and makes sure nothings broken. By the time he starts checking the equipment, all the other workers are arriving on the blueberry field through the dirt roads. When they stop to where the tractors are they park the trucks and toss the coolers and drinks on to the harvester or in to the cab of the tractor. Once they get there stuff on the harvester, its time to work. The guys all grab blueberry boxes and load them onto the the back of the harvester. As soon as the workers on back of the harvester yells okay, Bruce and all the other Drivers head over to where the blueberries are and drop the head which is the part that grabs the berries off the bushes. When the berries start coming up the conveyor the guy on back watches them fall into boxes until its time to move the full box onto a pallet. Bruce drives around the field at a speed of 1 mph. After about 3 trips around the field the pallet on back is full with a total of 60 boxes, with about 5 more next to it. Bruce drives the harvester over to where the tractor trailer truck is and they lay the pallet on the ground with the boxes so a loader can come and get it towards the in of the day. After they unload the pallet they grab the other full boxes which are the ones that couldn't fit on top of the other stack of boxes, once they have all the boxes off the harvester they grab a few more empties and a new pallet and load them on. Bruce then drives the tractor back out to the berries. While Bruce is heading out to the berries four more tractors are heading over to drop off their pallets and get more boxes to make more trips around the field. They do this routine all day until it is almost dark. Then when the sun starts coming down Bruce and the rest of the guys load the pallets of blueberries on a tractor trailer truck to haul them off. When its about eight-thirty the guys all leave and bruce heads home to get some sleep. Then he has do do it all over again the next day.

Byron .A.
Maine Worker Paper

He gets up around 4:00 AM in the morning and starts working. His name is Jeff but some like to call him Boss. Jeff works on the hay field all day long cutting and moving the hay around and making it into square looking shapes of hay. Jeff has a big kind of look, he is kind of short and he has a beer belly and large arms that let him fire hay at people like a rocket when he is playing around. He always likes to joke around in the hay fields. Like holding down the hay when people try to pick it up, or just doing crazy kind of stuff on the field. He mostly drives the main tractor on the hay fields. He is a really good tractor driver and after he is done on that he goes and helps with something else. He is a person if you saw him you would think he is lazy but for real he is a very hard worker. When we are working he tells everyone what to do and where to go, also he tells us how to put the hay on the back of the trucks and even where to bring the hay. After we bring the hay to a person's house Jeff helps put the hay into the barn, it takes about a hour and more if we have all the trucks. After we are all done mostly everyone just talks for about a half an hour, but you can tell Jeff is having a good time.

John Hanson
Maine Worker Paper

One thirty in the morning, not a soul in sight, the old man laying in the moon light, we start trying to wake him for the long trip ahead. He gets to Jonesboro to get the load for wood from James Cox and Gary Alley and heads to Paris or Jay, Maine. He makes stops in between to get coffee and gas. He will usually see someone he knows at the truck stop. He does about 3 to 4 loads a day; some times he works around the clock to get the job done. In between driving, he plows snow in the winter. He does multiple jobs like delivering stuff like fire wood and he will take junk cars to Bangor. But now this type of work is tough. Most of the mills are shutting down and it's hard for the truckers who have been doing this job all their lives .

Trevor Wood Maine Worker 9-18-09

At 7 A.M. John gets up out of bed to get ready for the day. He gets his dickies on and one of his old shirts. He goes up the haul and gets his boots, gloves, and hat ready to go out to the truck. He steps outside to start the truck to get it warmed up. Then John finally gets all of his stuff together puts it on back of the truck and he takes off for the clam flats with a good attitude this morning.
He drives down to the flats and backs up unloads his gear walks his drag and rollers out to his spot. He flips the mud once and gets 6 keepers throws them in the bucket. The second flip he gets not as many as before but he keeps going. The third flip he does the best with about 10 keepers. The fourth flip he gets only 5 but a couple are small so he only gets 3 out of that flip. The fifth flip he gets 7 clams which is pretty good.
He gets done with 4 to 5 rollers full of clams. John drives down to sell his clams and gets some bad news. The clams dropped 20 cents. So they are $1.30 a pound. John gets 49.8 pounds. At the end of the day John got $64.74 which makes John very happy about how many he got. Now he has got to get up tomorrow morning and do the same thing over till Sunday cause he takes every Sunday off.

Derek Frisco
Mrs. Willey
MAINE Worker Story

The sun has just gone down for the day and Laughing Larry has just gotten back from a long day at work and runs around with his dog outside for a good ten minutes. He goes in his house and kisses his mother who is making dinner. Then he makes his way to the living room and talks to his dad about the day as they argue about sports for hours.
Larry is a single parent with help from his family to raise a six year old golden retriever. He makes weird faces and acts like a seven year old kid with his nephew Russell. As They play the Wi there is tension in the room as the smaller but smarter Russell beats Laughing Larry in a game of tennis. Russell then rubs it in and what started as a fun competitive video game has turned into a beat down in Russell's favor. The overwhelmed Larry pleads for help from his parents and his dog to protect him as he eats fist and leg kicks from Russell. Marry and big Larry come to see what all the noise is and find their son being beaten by their grandson and turn their backs. As Russell throws his last shots in, he realizes that he is stronger than his uncle and runs off in retreat style when Mindy Larry's dog comes to the rescue.
After a shower Laughing decides to go blow off some steam at the Thirsty Moose. When he gets in his car his pants vibrate and someone is calling his phone. He answers “D? Laughing what's up? uh... nothing. I might be going to the Thirsty Moose.”
“Larry you know you're not going to get any women there right?”
“D yes I will.”Laughing ends the conversation over the phone by hanging up. Then he arrives at the Thirsty Moose in his words the “club”, Larry gets a draft and leans against the wall in the back of the “club”. As he watches girls dancing on the dance floor he begins to think inside his head “I wonder what my dog is doing right now”. A girl then walks up to him and asks him about whether or not he would like to pursue a party after the club closes. They begin to talk and she asks him about what his job is, and despite the fact he is a thirty eight year old man still living at home with his parents, he delivers a series of lies about who he is.
This stories ends where it began; however, now the sun has set and Laughing Larry realizes it was all just a dream.

Zachary Albee
English 11
Maine Worker Final Copy

It's six thirty in the morning, i'm in my boots and in an old sweat shirt. My grandfather, Vance Davis, pulls in with his old red Ford. I jumped in his truck, and headed to One Stop. Went in the store and got some “grub” ,as the fisherman at the warf call it, and drove all the way up to Cutler.
Finally we got to Cutler, drove through town for a bit. Drove the truck on to the warf, and parked it. As soon as I opened the door of that old truck, I could smell the foul odor of the lobster bait. But I was use to it from smelling it so much over the years. We walked down the warf, stopped and talked to a couple people, because everybody knows everybody in Cutler. Walking down the warf I heard people yell “Aye Little Lem!”, because my grandfather's real name is Lemuel so thats what people call me in Cutler. My grandfather and I had our paper bags filled with “grub”, and the paper plates with pizza on them. The boat was already parked at the bottom of the warf, so all we had to do was climb down the wet and sticky ladder.
Finally we are aboard the boat, and everything else is loaded in. I didn't know what to do at first, because it was my first time actually working on the boat with my grandfather. So Vance, or as I call him Papa, told me to pack the sacks. At first I didn't know what he was talking about, so he came over and showed me what to do. Which you have to have bait bags, or sacks each fisherman has a different name for them, to put in the lobster traps to catch the lobsters. As soon as I dug my little hands, even though I was wearing gloves, into that crate of bait I felt the mush of the chopped up fish. It took me a while to get use to the boat rocking back and forth, and up and down, but it was still fun spending time with my grandfather.

Rhebecca Wilcox
English 11
Maine Worker Final Copy

The Ridge

First light on the the Ridge, up and dressed, first overalls,
then plaid shirt, work boots, heavy and warm, off to work.

Crisp cool air nips her tan cheeks,
Melissa giddily looks over her frost ridden land with her brown,
calming, trustworthy eyes, thinking of her long day to come.

First its off the the Chicken house, Grabbing the 50 pound
feed bag on her way on her way, tossing it up on her broad shoulders with an
arthritic ease. Putting the bag down in the feed tin hearing the cold paper bag
hit the frozen metal tin.

The day has only begun when her trusty dog Luna prances up to her side,
looking Melissa in the eyes that she knows so well, with those “ Can we play?” eyes,
kindly shooed away, its back to work.

Chicken's feed done, now its off to the goats.
Taking her time walking across the frozen ground with an icy crunch with every step.
Grabbing one bail of hay then the other, grabbing little bails and throwing them easily
over the fence.

Breakfast horn sounds, its off to eat, first in, last out.

Off to the rest of the day.

Tyler Farrington
Diary of a maine worker

Four a.m. the alarm sounds for another day at work. Clothes are on and the black truck starts up for the ride to Gouldsboro, Pearly's day begins. By five everybody is on the boat to dive for sea urchins. Steve Brown diving on the stearn alongside of Billy Thompson with pearly at the wheel. as the cold sea breeze comes off the water with a big sea on, the divers go over into the water.

The divers come up and the urchins go into the trays and its steady work for a while. The work day on the boat goes until twelve or one o' clock in the afternoon. after that pearly goes to his second job running his lobster pound. He handles all the crates and bait, the empties and the fulls.

Finaly by eight or nine that night he is home. Just long enough to pick rugged urchin splines out of his torn up hands, eat, shower, and sleep a couple hours. Labor throughout the day is tough but its just the diary of a maine worker.

Garrett Preston English 11 Work Assignment

It was about five-o'-clock p.m. when He found Himself driving to his masonry job up to Doc. Holiday's on the other side of the port. Time for comfort had come for all of his peers. For generations they've been creating baked clay works of art, but He has the knowledge to stray from the trend. He had been taught long ago the many secrets the lye beneath the brick, and He uses this knowledge on a day-to-day basis. As He climbs the staging, He feels His back disagree. He and His back argue a lot. He makes it to the top like it's a skyscraper He has to scale with a five-gallon bucket of wet,sloppy cement strapped to His back. He works His skill for hours, repeatedly attacking the cement with his trowel, and slamming it to the unfinished chimney, He then places the brick precisely into place, then taps, then measures, again He taps, again He measures. Everything must be perfect, the tower must be level and flawless on all angles. Repetition is a big part of the job, yet headway is realized.

Descriptive Writing Assignment/ Maine Person At Work.

By ShayLynn Norman

As the sunset shot across the late noon sky, Luke pounded through the door. Went to the back room to put his stuff away. Anybody who saw him around this time would get the assumption that he was either a bum, or a very hard worker. Those of us who knew him really well knew that the description “hard worker” didn’t even begin to to cover what Luke was. Calling Luke a “hard worker” seemed like an insult to me. His works ethic was and still is out of this world.
When Luke came back to the living room the first thing he did was give us all these huge bear hugs, and ask us how our day was. We would tell him, then we would ask him about his day. It seemed like an eternity had gone by when he finally finished. Not once did he make one complaint about his long day on the boat. He didn’t even complain about the other workers. Luke is an easy going guy. I always see Luke the same way day after day. He has a rough exterior, and a soft interior. He has large calloused hands, gentle to the touch. Skin darkened and almost leather like caused by the heat of the hot sun. Eyes as soft and gentle as the sky. Worn and weary, caused over time. He is like a spruce shooting high. Luke loved to be around his family (and myself) after a long hard day after work. He is very personable, when he wants to be. At some times he’s just like a big ol’ grizzly bear. He loves his children. They are his world. He would do just about anything for them.
Now society looks at him in extremely different eyes. You could say I’m biased, then again, I could say that society is biased. In society’s eyes he would rank lower than some, maybe even most. High School dropout, no College degree or education. Doing just about anything and everything he can, to support his family at all costs.

Putting all hardships aside. His attitude towards life is good. He doesn’t complain no matter what life throws at him. His families happiness comes number one to him before anything else. His attitude towards work is not as good, but, he still doesn’t complain. Anything to make his families life easier, makes him content.