The phrase 'sweat worker' is not a grammatically correct sentence, and cannot be used in written English.
To make it a usable phrase, you could rewrite it as 'a worker who sweats'. For example, "She was a sweat worker who labored in the hot summer sun."
The audience enters through the dust and grime of a cement factory where sweating workers despatch heavy bags towards a travelling chute.
It seems the life of a sweat shop worker is worth even less than the cheap garments over which they tediously toil.
Along the sooty gangways and rickety catwalks of the Emiliano Zapata sugar mill, sweat-soaked workers operate presses, vats and ovens in a process that has changed little since the mill's first harvest in 1938.
Exhibiting a fatal lack of discrimination, Mr. Barber shifts the spotlight among the good (rare combat film of American soldiers and the enemy sharing a frame), the bad (lingering shots of sifted sand and sweating JPAC workers) and the just plain boring (take your pick).
Sweat-grimed workers pull glowing strips of metal from open furnaces, and toss them expertly to others who catch them with tongs, and run them through clattering presses.
In this case we found out that the trans sex workers were organised in a group called Sistaazhood, that comes every week together at the office of SWEAT, the sex worker advocacy group of Cape Town.
An anecdote: Ill-disposed critics talked about the stench coming from the workers' sweat when "The Floor Scrapers, 1875" was first shown at the second Impressionist show.
Beneath the looming Peninsula Mountains to the south of Sierra Leone's capital, Freetown, the sleepy village of Kerry Town is the scene of frantic activity, as more than 200 construction workers sweat through the night to complete the first of six Ebola clinics to be set up in the country by the British army (some snatch a nap on the table in the morgue).
Sexy firefighters pose for calendars, sexy librarians dance on card catalogs, sexy teachers keep you after school, sexy nurses give sponge baths, sexy construction workers sweat, and sexy proctologists are brought before displeased boards of ethics.
The filter room itself, which the beer passes through before packaging, is like a scene out of Dickens, as workers sweat lifting heavy brass holders to change the hundreds of 15- pound cotton filters for each different brew.
