Well I live in a small town in TN called Columbia. When I turned 18 I needed a job and took the only job that came along and that was at a place simply called PSC (I still don't know what it means). The job I did was basicly the lowest one on the poll. In this plant we would take huge rolls of fiber glass, cut it into the required shapes and pack them. Well my job was to pack those peices of fiber glass. Inn order to do that heres what I had to do. When the people at the front of the line would stack up five layers they would send it down the line. About half way down there was a machine that would wrap the whole thing in plastic and heat seal it all in a bag. Thing is that it never worked right. The sides never ever sealed, just a design flaw thay said. So my job was to take the bag, tape it and stack it into a box. Thing is that the box was slightly taller than me. SO in order to put this stack of fiber glass into the box I would have to hug it after tapeing it shut and put it in this box. Oh and did I mention that there was almost as much fiber glass in the air as there was anywhere else in the whole plant. IT was actuly kind of cool when I would come in fist thing in the morning. The light would be shining through the fans near the ceiling, btw those didng work becuase they were gummed up with fiber glass, and the particals in the air would glimmer. It was kind of pretty until you think that all that stuff in the air could cause cancer. Worst job I hae ever had. In the summer it was hotter than hell and you itched so badly it made you want to tear off your skin. And I found that there is slmost no way to stop the itching no matter how hard i tryed.