I own a clothing factory and yes, people might call it a sweat shop. The conditions are horrible, but I have plenty of poor immigrants ready, willing and able to work despite the deplorable environment. No air conditioning in the summer in Florida doesn't phase them - I mean they need jobs, don't they!! My assistant Lela Beryl has taken it upon herself to become an employee advocate and she's running a meeting and planning to call the authorities. I surprise her by entering the shop and secretary Lela is bitching about the heat. It's 90 degrees in the shop and she is sweating like a pig. What ... Show more