It was another Canadian Sunday in August of 1993. When the end of my potato-probation came, I was hoping to get some easy unemployment insurance to...
It wasn’t like I only spent time inspecting potatoes and suffering from sleep deprivation. Since everyone was back from their respective colleges, some of us did...
The potato sorting factory boasted a “serviceable” cafeteria. Odds are the burgers had more soy than actual meat, but anything tasted good when lunchtime came around. ...
