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I spent some time working on a road crew for a poultry processing plant. Our job was to enter the hen houses and gather up chickens to be loaded onto a truck for transport back to the processing plant. Of course, the "floor" of a hen house is several inches of dried chicken shit. More than once a "kindly" poultry farmer would turn on the sprinkler to reduce the amount of chicken shit dust in the air. Unfortunately, most of them did not have a subtle hand and the result would be a couple thousand chickens stuck in their own shit. We had to scoop them up by their legs to put the m into the truck, so such a mess was truly unpleasant working conditions. And when this happened, we generally had to gather up all of the chickens because they would be stuck in place when the shit dried, making it impossible for them to get to their feeding stations.
The worst job I had was gutting fish, I lasted two weeks but it took me months to get rid of that smell.
That would be a fucking hellish job. I hate gutting the few I catch.
I dont mind gutting my own but for 8 hours a day just plain sucked.
On a different note, My favourite job was being a seasonal Youth Hostel warden in the Highlands. I met loads of interesting people and the women were something else.![]()
I used to live in the poultry processing capital of the world. Gainesville, Georgia. They have a statue of a chicken there.
I was a runner at one time and would cuss every time I would see a poultry truck coming, especially if it was a warm day. The stench would hang in the air forever. Anything to do with poultry has to be a dirty job.
Fluffer at a donkeyshow in Tijuana.