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Originally Posted by Evans, Marv
From my junior year to after graduation, I loaded semi truck trailers with cases of milk and products at a dairy four nights a week. On a regular night, I'd load around 4K cases stacked and associeated products. I gave a good part of my earnings to my mother to help pay the bills. I'm glad I never had to do any really gross jobs.
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That is remarkable, Marv. I never had to walk in those shoes.
One more, besides insulating houses, again, in the SC heat (the fluffy pink stuff - yikes!): My senior year in HS I worked as a "swing groom" for a race horse trainer on the winter Thoroughbred circuit in Aiken, SC.
My job was to stand in for the regular grooms twice a week for a day so they could have a day off on the weekend.
The trainer knew my Mom and I grew up with horses so it worked out well.
The pay was great but race horses, under training, are inside in a stall 22 hours a day. They are manure machines. The trainers want as few implements around the horses as possible to protect the horses, meaning no wheel barrows, etc. to move the gradu.
In those days you wrapped the crap in a sort-of blanket and carried it on your back to the manure pit.
Heh, sixty bucks a week in 1975 was a freaking fortune for two days work.