Great book, very well written. Assigned in HS. Imagine.

Historically? Daggett picker, no contest. See also Jethro Tull.

Executioner for a falling regime would have to rate fairly high I’d think.

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the name certainly doesn't sound exciting or glamorous. The only work like that that was ever made to look exciting or glamorous was when someone was mounting explosives to the bottom of a boat in a war/spy/action movie.

Nope, anyone that thought that sounds glamorous, didn't read the whole name or think it through.

I'm pretty sure those guys aren't hanging at the beach with Jessica Alba in a bikini when they work.

Super sexy, super high paid position. Everybody loves them and wants to be them!

Grandpa talked about the early days and how they made hot dogs back then. He would not eat hotdogs until the day he died.

He had a few stories that he would laugh hard through the telling of them as they were funny many years later about the kill floor. Way back they just used a large man, with a sledge hammer that had more of a pick end on it. Swing and drop em. One bull evidently was just knocked out and he stood up after they had hauled him to the second floor where they slit the throat to bleed them. Men scattered and chaos eschewed.

To use a gun was too expensive for a bullet, and the pneumatic bolt used now was not available then.

Imagine that job. Swinging a 6 or 8 pound sledge into the skull of cattle to kill them, in a hot factory day after day for many months.

Perfect.

Do they have badge numbers?

I pay their salaries, dammit.

I can't even imagine. I've had jobs that I didn't like, but I don't kid myself now that any of them were bad jobs. Unpleasant maybe, but not bad.

“Fluffier” cracked me up Norm. Wife asked me what that occupation was.....

The guys that do the body removal for our office, is not a pleasant job. while I have to to the body processing, they are the ones that actually bag it up. Including scraping tissue and other matter off the road and stuff like that. Nothing like scooping up a 3 month old decomp off a mattress, or a body thats been soaking in a full bathtub for a few weeks.


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dishwasher for a semester in college at a **** dance club/restaurant.

horrible music. health code violations everywhere. i had to bus tables too whenever my coworker didn't show up. about half the time. because of the horrible layout i had to cross the dance floor carrying a tub of glassware. i would get groped by god knows what.

this is all on top of the just grinding nature of dishwashing itself.




made me long to go back to baling hay.

One of my former co-workers grew up living next door to a house like in the TV show 6 feet under. That family owned funeral home. They did the embalming in the basement. His buddy was the kid next door that was born just a few days apart from my former co-worker and lived at the funeral home.

His first job was for the funeral home, doing body pickups. It was not too bad going to hospitals or nursing homes as the bodies were on a gurney, in a body bag or wrapped up. The bad part of the job was body removal from folks that died at home, and were not found for weeks. One lady committed suicide with a shotgun, while sitting in the bath tub. He and a helper had to put on hazmat suits and try to lift the obese lady out of the tub. When the legs came off in his hands at the lady's knees he puked in his suit, walked out of the house and quit on the spot. He walked home.

The "money shot" stand in..

Where's Livi???

Usually when I have a death decomp in a tub full of water, I have to go in the kitchen, find a long spoon or ladle and scoop tissue and stuff out of the drain to empty the tub. That's the nastiest.

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Paul, I'm sure many have walked in those kinds of shoes and survived - and thrived. My sister also did the same. She had a job in an elder care center. Those weren't the best of years. In my senior year, I was captain of the track team and would get friends to work for me when I had meets on Friday. The coach was nice enough to assign me a PE period during the day to work out. The work was very hard, & when one of the friends didn't show up (I'd pay them a bit more than I made), my employer said they needed to be able to depend on me to get the job done. It was hell for the older guys at the dairy to fill in. I decided I needed to quit the track team to ensure I kept the job. The coach was pissed. I never told him the reason. I think most kids wouldn't have.

I wouldn't do it either, but that's a pretty funny story.

No wet/dry shopvac? :D

You are one of the reasons why I still post here...just a fine man I admire.

I'll leave it at that.

Your punctuation is much improved, BTW.:D

Paul, thank you. I might hit you with a long rambling post with no paragraphs and random punctuation, just to drive you a little bit crazy.