


Labor Halls Suck?
"Gabriel," the Labor Ready supervisor calls five minutes later. I get up from my chair and learn that there's work for me, if I want it, unl...
"Gabriel," the Labor Ready supervisor calls five minutes later. I get up from my chair and learn that there’s work for me, if I want it, unloading auto parts in Staten Island. Pay is .25 an hour. Forgotten is the safety quiz. He hands me gloves, I’m given directions to the site — take the R train to 86th street, and then the S79 bus over the Verrazano Bridge — and walk out the door. It’s 8:45 a.m.
It takes over an hour to get to the store. I walk inside and identify myself as a Labor Ready employee. Two men behind the counter look up. "You’re late, Labor Ready," one of them tells me in an obnoxious voice. "The other guys are already downstairs. Better hope they don’t just send you home."
I walk through the store and down a set of wooden stairs, where five other men are taking auto parts off the shelves and stacking them in grocery carts. "You Labor Ready?" one of them asks, who appears Middle Eastern.
"Yep."
He explains something about taking red boxes down, and I join in.
There are four other men in my work crew, the friendliest being a skinny 18-year-old from East New York that graduated from high school earlier this year. He’s been working with Labor Ready for two months, and while we load up a cart he explains a few things that he feels I should know. "You work at Labor Ready, you’re at the very bottom — you know that right? No way you can work your way up here. See, this place here paying you seven bucks an hour, but they payin’ Labor Ready maybe twice that. We at the bottom."
"So why are you here?" I ask.
He shrugs. "It keeps me awake. Nothing else does that. And why should I go to college? You get out, owe a bunch of money, and you’ll still be working at McDonalds, just like everyone else."
We spend the next six hours moving engine starters among shelves, unloading a truck, and taking inventory. We’re all sweating a bit, but make sure to take numerous impromptu breaks when the supervisor leaves, which he does every hour or so. By the end of the day we meet with our boss, a friendly white man, who tells us he appreciates our work and grants us a few extra hours on our time sheets. For my six hours of work, he writes nine. A nice guy.
By the time we get back to Labor Ready’s office it’s dark outside. My gross pay is .25, but is cut to .40 after taxes. I walk with the teenager from East New York and another worker to a nearby check-cashing place, and am charged one dollar for the transaction. Now I’ve got .40 cash in my wallet.
On the train home I take an inventory of my finances. It cost me two dollars in subway fare to get here, and another four dollars to get to Staten Island and back, then a final two dollars to get home (I could have saved a dollar by purchasing an unlimited card, but I couldn’t have known this at the time that I boarded my first train). So after a 12-hour period spent waiting, traveling and working, my net income for the day is .40 (I don’t blame Labor Ready for the check cashing fee) — and that’s with a boss that tacked on three extra hours. Plus, I was lucky enough to get work. Many times, according to veteran Labor Ready employees, you show up at 5 a.m., wait for hours, and leave with nothing to show for it.
This waiting in the office and staring at the walls — equal parts boredom and desperation — becomes translated in business plan speak as a "flexible workforce." If one is homeless, an addict, recently out of prison, or otherwise having a hard time finding work, Labor Ready offers the chance to earn a little cash. All they ask if that you show up early, sit around for hours, not curse, not be a sleepyhead, not wear baggy pants, leave the bling bling at home, pass the test, travel wherever they send you, pay for that travel, be nice to the boss, not steal anything, and 86 the doo-rags.
The result is a "win-win" for Labor Ready and their temporary employees. I’ve made .40 today. Labor Ready’s revenue was more than billion last year. It’s great to play for a winning team.