Hello, I'm your new employer and welcome to your new job as a workslave.
Can you stack pallets?
Now do your job and don't fuck up because you're very fucking expendable. Also, I hope you don't mind working 8 hours straight in bad ventilated Distribution Center with 400 other people of your kind. In the meantime I will sit in my cockpit eating my sandwich with hagelsslag telling my co-workers how I fucked your polish colleague during lunchtime yesterday. I will also tell you that you're doing a very bad job and you're slow as fuck. At the end of your work day you will get home after all that sweating and having no social life at all. You'll eat some cornflakes, go to bed, and do the same thing all over again in the morning. Oh, and don't expect me to pay you on time, because I won't.
If you don't like this kind of job, There's also a tomato farm across the road where you will probably pick tomatoes all day until your knees bleed and you realise you didn't receive the right amount of money the boss promised you. But you can't do shit about it because it was unregistered/undeclared. You'll either get home after five years with less money than you got here. (Our taxes are high as fuck)
Or you'll just hang yourself because of the depressing lifestyle you're living in.
Living here sucks if you don't have the right kind of papers..