Speaking of awkward, it's Gilts, not Guilt, and a Boar, not a bore.
What's The Hardest Physical Labor You Performed for $$?
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Maybe the pig just wasn't very interesting
Did you get paid for this? I thought the OP said "for $$."
If you got paid, good for you. If not, then post some appropriate/inappropriate pics as atonement.
I once visited a farm where we walked around numerous acres before finding a hole with a dead pony in it. It weirded me out. The farmer hadn't yet had enough time to cover it.
All four of the pony's feet were sticking straight up, like a cartoon. I walked away before I could observe whether there were capital X's where his eyes used to be.
Oh God. I'm afraid to ask what you had to do to get Goat to help out. I'm guessing it was something completely boring and wholly non-sexual.
Or maybe the pig just wasn't very interested.......
Moving back to Virginia, I decided to take a construction job for cash until real money started flowing. I interviewed on Tuesday, took a piss test that night, and they called me Wednesday to start Thursday. They were finishing up an asphalt job at Ft. Eustis where I was once stationed. They essentially had be shoveling, cleaning up, and beautifying the edges around the hot asphalt all morning in late June. We went to Burger King at lunch and I contemplated calling my wife to pick me up during the entire meal. I decided I was a gamer and could finish out the week to at least make the check worth my while. So after lunch, I went back to work for the afternoon.
Friday morning I stayed in bed.
I once worked at the head end (where they make the bottles) of the Kerr Glass plant in Dunkirk, IN. It didn't have any ventilation at the machines or back end of the lehrer until shortly before i left it. I worked as utlity at the time, giving breaks to the machine operators and cleaning up messes of red hot glass.
Say a throw away Pepsi bottle, these were made at a rate of 90/minute, The gob would come down, sheared, then guided to the mold, once complete moved onto a conveyer belt in a single line, continue to a turnstile that would place them on another conveyor belt where a rake was that was timed to push them on to the lehrer belt which was a machine they went through for treatment to temper the glass.
If a machine shut down the molten glass would flow straignt through to the basement where it'd stack up in a large water trough and we'd use long steel hooks to grab a mass of still red hot but now emitting super heated steam out of the troughs into wheelbarrows when full we'd run down and dump into bins to recycle. You needed to push it fast enough so the steam didn't get in your face off of it, the glass was still red hot. When it came out of the glass furnaces it was over 2,000 degrees.
Now the turnstiles that move the bottles onto the leher feed belt would occasionally get out of time and might not be caught by someone right way so it would dumpt them on the floor at 90 bottles a minute. The thing about this is you are within ~6' feet of the lehrer opening which at the backend side was kept at ~1,800 degrees where the glass was moved into it. That cleanup was worse than working the pits. However they did finally put in some large ventilation tubes so you could go stand in front of before I left them.
I'd go home and I would literally feel my bones radiating heat feeling like I was being cooked from the inside out.
Say a throw away Pepsi bottle, these were made at a rate of 90/minute, The gob would come down, sheared, then guided to the mold, once complete moved onto a conveyer belt in a single line, continue to a turnstile that would place them on another conveyor belt where a rake was that was timed to push them on to the lehrer belt which was a machine they went through for treatment to temper the glass.
If a machine shut down the molten glass would flow straignt through to the basement where it'd stack up in a large water trough and we'd use long steel hooks to grab a mass of still red hot but now emitting super heated steam out of the troughs into wheelbarrows when full we'd run down and dump into bins to recycle. You needed to push it fast enough so the steam didn't get in your face off of it, the glass was still red hot. When it came out of the glass furnaces it was over 2,000 degrees.
Now the turnstiles that move the bottles onto the leher feed belt would occasionally get out of time and might not be caught by someone right way so it would dumpt them on the floor at 90 bottles a minute. The thing about this is you are within ~6' feet of the lehrer opening which at the backend side was kept at ~1,800 degrees where the glass was moved into it. That cleanup was worse than working the pits. However they did finally put in some large ventilation tubes so you could go stand in front of before I left them.
I'd go home and I would literally feel my bones radiating heat feeling like I was being cooked from the inside out.
Removing mill scale
with a shovel and wheel barrow from under a 9" rolling mill.
The college kids got all the neat steel mill jobs.
I would rather and gladly do any of the chitty jobs I've had any day over running around in a pig-pen with guilts, or WTF you call them talking about the merits of their puss' with my dad. That job wins this thread IMHO.
Yup....when I was working for INDOT during the summer after sophomore year at IU, we were repaving the INDOT parking lot in my hometown. All of the regulars were enjoying watching the summer help do all of the work. Until I laid my shovel down, walked into the bosses office and quit. He asked me what I was doing in there and why wasn't I outside working? He said he could fire me right there. I told him to f-off because I quit and left.
Had a few jobs that summer...just bounced around and enjoyed life with no responsibilities....
My Uncle worked 30 years on the back of a paver. They used to have to stand there and clean out the clumps that would get stuck in there as they laid the asphalt. He worked in oppressive heat all summer long back there. He never complained though that I recall. Went to work every day and rarely called in sick. I would think that had to be hell everyday.
And you wonder why you have a mysterious illness? I'm sure being burned to the core daily didn't help! I'd be interested if anyone else that worked in those conditions have similar issues.
Damn, some of you all have had some crappy jobs...
I put myself through undergrad down at IU by working a lawn service/landscaping gig during the summers. 70+ hours a week was the norm. Kept me motivated to stay in school so I wouldn't have to do that for a living!
I put myself through undergrad down at IU by working a lawn service/landscaping gig during the summers. 70+ hours a week was the norm. Kept me motivated to stay in school so I wouldn't have to do that for a living!
The summer I turned 14 I worked as a mudboy for a brick laying crew. Hardest I’ve ever worked in my life, and I made it the whole summer.
2nd hardest and most dangerous would be logging. Did that for a few years.
When I was 17 I worked for a year as a roofer. That was not easy.
2nd hardest and most dangerous would be logging. Did that for a few years.
When I was 17 I worked for a year as a roofer. That was not easy.
When I built my house, I built off of the road where there were no electricity or water hookups. I had to dig 2 trenches 1/8 of a mile long back to the site.
The electric wasn’t bad, you just string the wire into the hole and bury it.
The water was another story. The guy I hired said, I’ll do the job for half if you fit the pipes together for me. So I did. Let me tell you, kneeling in a 3 foot deep trench in the summer, glueing together pvc pipe with that nasty purple glue, I’ve never been higher in my life.
I grew up on a farm, so there was lot's of stuff like baling hay, walking beans and shoveling crap that I just did as part being allowed to eat regularly and sleep under a roof instead of getting paid.
The summer after I graduated HS, I worked in a meat packing plant as a vacation replacement. Probably a toss up between pulling leaf lard off carcasses or being on the clean up crew as the hardest.
I also did construction in the later summers and on Christmas breaks. That was everything like pouring concrete, carrying hod, roofing and asphalt paving. The easiest hardest job I ever had was tearing up concrete floors in a factory one summer and replacing them. We'd do it in sections that could be done in a day's time. After a few $1k+ diamond saw blades got toasted, they decided to let the college kid do it. I'd show up at 11 pm when second shift was going off and then I'd be told what to cut for the following days demo and pour. I could knock it out in 3 or 4 hours and then spend the rest of the shift sitting in the cafeteria or wandering around looking busy while making time and a half as shift premium.
The summer after I graduated HS, I worked in a meat packing plant as a vacation replacement. Probably a toss up between pulling leaf lard off carcasses or being on the clean up crew as the hardest.
I also did construction in the later summers and on Christmas breaks. That was everything like pouring concrete, carrying hod, roofing and asphalt paving. The easiest hardest job I ever had was tearing up concrete floors in a factory one summer and replacing them. We'd do it in sections that could be done in a day's time. After a few $1k+ diamond saw blades got toasted, they decided to let the college kid do it. I'd show up at 11 pm when second shift was going off and then I'd be told what to cut for the following days demo and pour. I could knock it out in 3 or 4 hours and then spend the rest of the shift sitting in the cafeteria or wandering around looking busy while making time and a half as shift premium.
Being sports editor at Greenfield, Indiana in the 1970s (right after graduating from IU) was the most demanding job I've had in my lifetime because I worked between 60 and 80 hours a week. While I was going to college, I had a summer job where I mowed on foot for at least eight hours a day at Cummins Engine Company. I still remember the weeping willow shoots (sp?) wrapping themselves around my neck while I was mowing and rubbing it raw.
Hardest physical work I did was to serve at the drinks concession stand at IU Auditorium.
Ok. But I am well aware of the possibility that in my next life, I will be some prozzie that specialises in rapey anal sex in some run-down whore house.
That's how things usually work.
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Cigs...booze...AND broads? Are you saying I couldn't have gotten a pension for that shit?
You forgot sleeping on duty and running around strip clubs all night.
VanPastorMan
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How many of you guys liked that show Dirty Jobs? Mike Rowe who is the host showed all the different types of work which people do that make our lives a lot easier. And we don't even think about it. Thoughts on the show?
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Firefighter. Still doing it at 45. 22 years now. Can't imagine doing anything else. 60 pounds of gear in 500 degree environments. No matter the weather. It's a great life.
VanPastorMan
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I was a cook in the Air Force and one of my assignments was to cook for the firefighters. Those were some cool dudes. The fire chief used to like potato soup and he really liked the way I made it, so whenever I did, he would get others to fill out positive comment cards for me. It was even mentioned on my APR (Annual Proficiency Report)
Worked in the hot end at Kerr. Then went to work for a company that built the hot ends.
That’s what I’d like to know. He was a beacon of truth, sharp witted, and, I’m only guessing, devilishly handsome.
Tell me about it. Hustling tips from the local cougars is indeed taxing.
VanPastorMan
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Both of my sons bagged groceries at Krogers. My oldest son started out as a bagger and became a cashier. His Senior year graduation party was attended by his boss who told me how much they all liked him. I was very proud and am still proud of him. He now works for a newspaper doing computer work which he studied in college (graphic design). My youngest son worked the longest for Krogers starting as a bagger and was well liked. He started his junior year of high school and worked there through college. He now is a manager for Dollar General.
