Ain't nobody here....Fairly gruesome. I got a job in a turkey abbatoir - not hooking up the live birds, but pulling off stubbon feathers after they'd been dunked in a tank of boiling water. The most stubbon were between the turkeys' legs, and as I plucked at the swinging hot dead birds crotches at face level, liquid turkey shit would ooze out of their anuses.
When tea-break came, I went to the changing room, got changed and left without a word to anyone (including the 2 other lads I gave a lift to in the morning). Told the agency it made me feel sick and I've not eaten turkey since (11 years). Funnily enough, I still like chicken...
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 17:00,
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When tea-break came, I went to the changing room, got changed and left without a word to anyone (including the 2 other lads I gave a lift to in the morning). Told the agency it made me feel sick and I've not eaten turkey since (11 years). Funnily enough, I still like chicken...
Urgh you winMine was a mind numbingly dull job in the post room of a finance company. I was taking the staples and paperclips out of big piles of paper documents so that some other underpaid monkey could put them in the microfiche. The floor manager was from the Hitler school of man management and wouldn't allow any talking at all in the open plan office. She clicked her fingers at me on the morning of the second day and I walked out. I faxed her from my friend's house to the effect of "you may have noticed I'm not in the office, and I'm not coming back either". Awful and got paid about a fiver.
My dad also worked there and nearly killed me when he found out I'd walked out
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 17:45,
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My dad also worked there and nearly killed me when he found out I'd walked out
I too worked in a foul factory (pun intended)Night shift. Arrived at 1am.
Instructed to wear white coat, paper hat, wellies, marigolds.
led to a room at minus 6 degrees and stood under the cold air blower.
The floor awash with six inches of a mixture of chicken blood and barbacue sauce.
machines everywhere making so much noise that I couldn't hear myself retch.
Supervisor with a VERY strong middle-eastern accent, couldn't understand him in a quiet room , let alone in the factory.
I was instructed to move these chickens from there to here...no, go faster...faster...faster.
..cold, so cold
..loud, so loud
..tired, so tired
blood everywhere, running down my arms, filling my boots.
Break time. Dumped the boots, gloves, coat, hat.
in car.
home
bed
peace.
Never to return.
Total time working for John Rannock Foods...
Two hours.
It does not appear on my CV.
(Instructed to wear white coat, paper hat, wellies, marigolds.
led to a room at minus 6 degrees and stood under the cold air blower.
The floor awash with six inches of a mixture of chicken blood and barbacue sauce.
machines everywhere making so much noise that I couldn't hear myself retch.
Supervisor with a VERY strong middle-eastern accent, couldn't understand him in a quiet room , let alone in the factory.
I was instructed to move these chickens from there to here...no, go faster...faster...faster.
..cold, so cold
..loud, so loud
..tired, so tired
blood everywhere, running down my arms, filling my boots.
Break time. Dumped the boots, gloves, coat, hat.
in car.
home
bed
peace.
Never to return.
Total time working for John Rannock Foods...
Two hours.
It does not appear on my CV.
NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 19:02,
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Marigolds?aren't they some kind of yellow/orange flower?
was it to take the smell of chicken away?
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Tue 11 Nov 2003, 17:18,
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was it to take the smell of chicken away?
When my Dad was a student...He had a job sucking the lungs out of chicken carcasses. Not himself, obviously, he had a little vacuum gun thing. Apparently, after the chickens have been gutted, the lungs are more firmly attached to the ribcage than everything else, so they have to be removed separately. He never told me what happened if he left them in there...
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