For whom was the workplace a dump?
If you turn to the "Etymological Russian-language Dictionary of Vasmer", you can find that one of the meanings of the word "trash" is "tailor".
In general, the kinship of the words "sew" - "seam" - "trash" - "tailor" is easy to trace. The tailor's shop is the sewing workshop that was the place of work tailors.
The place where the craftsmen sewed clothes and boots were labored was always called crazy. They were always in well-lit rooms so that craftsmen could perform their work efficiently. Therefore, the answer to this question would be: tailor.
A seamstress is a sewing or tailoring workshop. You can hardly hear such a name anywhere, but in the good old days, tailors and shoemakers worked in the seamstresses. Each Swiss sat in front of the window to see every seam. Such windows faced all four cardinal directions. So, the seamstress is the place of work - Tailors .
The word trash, as a place of work, will now make many think. And in the 19 century, the answer would be found quite quickly. Trash is a room or a separate standing room (hut), where tailors or chebotari (shoemakers) worked. This room should have had good natural light, so the windows were usually located to the south, east or west. Working seamstresses or shoemakers sat on benches facing the windows, so that it was clear where to make the right stitch on clothes or shoes. At the beginning of the 20 century, sewing workshops began to be called a sewing workshop, mainly for military purposes.
A seamstress is a tailor or sewing workshop. Accordingly, the place of work of the trash is for PORT.
The trash was usually organized in a bright, spacious hut with windows on four sides.
The Schwaln is nothing more than an atelier (in the modern way of speaking). Worked in Schwalny, respectively, tailors (trash - tailor).
By the way, the tailor was called not only the word trash, but also a swiss (you see, it sounds more harmonious than trash).
For me. I worked at a small sewing enterprise, this is at the end of the last century, now there are none, thank God. At an abandoned factory, a room was rented, in one workshop for several workers, in another administration, in a third warehouse. I was a storekeeper. Sewed panties, calico robes and other nonsense. Here's a garbage. But they paid well ... It was a good time.