doublejj
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Part 2
There are 35 women employed full time as trimmers at Jim's farm. I am one of two white women; the rest are friends, or friends of friends, of Flor. They are all from Colombia. For a grow this size, guys like Jim sometimes opt to fly their workers in from another country rather than run the risk of hiring locals who are more familiar with the region.
"No way in hell I'd trust a local chick with my gate combination," Jim says. "I don't need their boyfriends coming out here and cutting down my shit." He means cutting down his weed before he gets a chance to harvest it himself, which happens to a lot of grows this time of year. Hiring trimmers from outside the country is a safety measure; the girls he employs have no cars, no phone service, and no local boyfriends. Once a week, Flor drives a couple of them into town to spend a little money. Other than that, they're just here to work.
For Gabi and I, and the other trimmer girls, working at Jim's is a calculated risk; we hope we get paid, we hope the Feds don't find us, we hope the harvest is a good one, we hope we make enough money to justify abandoning our lives for these few months. We hope nothing bad happens. We hope it all works out.
There are 35 women employed full time as trimmers at Jim's farm. I am one of two white women; the rest are friends, or friends of friends, of Flor. They are all from Colombia. For a grow this size, guys like Jim sometimes opt to fly their workers in from another country rather than run the risk of hiring locals who are more familiar with the region.
"No way in hell I'd trust a local chick with my gate combination," Jim says. "I don't need their boyfriends coming out here and cutting down my shit." He means cutting down his weed before he gets a chance to harvest it himself, which happens to a lot of grows this time of year. Hiring trimmers from outside the country is a safety measure; the girls he employs have no cars, no phone service, and no local boyfriends. Once a week, Flor drives a couple of them into town to spend a little money. Other than that, they're just here to work.
For Gabi and I, and the other trimmer girls, working at Jim's is a calculated risk; we hope we get paid, we hope the Feds don't find us, we hope the harvest is a good one, we hope we make enough money to justify abandoning our lives for these few months. We hope nothing bad happens. We hope it all works out.
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