This is where I spent 8 or 10 hours a day. I draw brick from those piles and stack the good ones on a pallet, and throw the bad ones on the belt (top left) where they eventually get crushed, or I through them into hoppers (the metal bins centre of pic).

This is the same floor where I work. Look at all of those brick! My back says, "I gots to lift my those bricks."

Towards the back of the pic and to the right is the end of the working kiln. This is where bricks come out of to cool off so guys like me can stack them.

This is the hall between the two kilns. The one on the left is working, the one on the right has been out of commission for years.

This is one of the kilns not running...it kind of looks like a big fireplace here.

This is a pic staring down the kiln. The kiln is about 50 meters long. After the rail cars are loaded up with wet brick and then dried, they are put through an uber hot tunnel of firel. These pictures do the view no justice...when i look down the kiln, it reminds me of how hell has been described.

At the end of the day, it is long, hard, and meaningless work.

THE END.