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Here at 2 Sisters Food Group in Scunthorpe we don’t waste a thing! Our main products are whole chickens and portions (breast, drumsticks, wings, etc), but we also make use of everything else that is produced throughout our processes via our by-products plant.

The By-product plant, or Protein Plant as its commonly called, is where we process all by-products from the main manufacturing facility ready for despatch. By-products from the main process include; feathers, feet, innards and blood. Many of the by-products are utilised for animal consumption and others are used as part of the process for creating bio-fuels. 

The Protein Plant team is small; hence reliability is key, all holidays are covered by the team, strong teamworking skills are a must!

This reminds me of how I started my working life, in shops, offices, and factories. When I was 16-17 I worked at Robirch. It's a meat processing facility, not chickens, but pigs. I could manage the packing sausages job. They come down a conveyor belt and I packed them in boxes. 

After doing every job in the sausage room I found it pretty boring. I asked for a move to another department within the factory. They told me to go into a massive walk in fridge room, and bring out big vats of pigs blood and guts. This was to go into Savoury ducks, or commonly known as faggots. The stench was awful. I had to wear white welly boots, I was paddling around in the stuff. 

I lasted about five minutes. I came out ready to puke up. I went to the managers office and said I can't do that. 

His reply was, 'If you can't settle into one particular job then you will have to go'. I went. It's the only time I have been sacked from a job. I walked out and went straight to Wesleys, a paper products factory. As well as packing toilet rolls, another job I did was sewing Christmas Garlands. I soon became bored but at least it was a clean job and I wasn't feeling sick. 

When I think about it I wasn't a team player, and hated repetitive work. Once I have learnt how to do something I become bored and have to move on. Then I found driving, which ticked all the boxes. First van driving delivering spares to garages. Then a driving instructor, then lorry and bus driving. The rest is history. 

Proof that if you are in the wrong job, in the wrong place, with the wrong person, keep looking until you find your niche. 

Thanks for popping in. Have a good day. Toodle pip.   ilona.