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Whats the worst thing you've had to do for money?
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| Delmar |
| This weekend friend dropped a C note on me to house sit his dogs. Part of the job requires me to pick up his dogs . You have grab the hot steamy with a little baggy and tie it off. It just gives me the hebe jebbies knowing only wafer thin plastic bag separates you from . one more day and I'm done. :whip: |
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| adi_hanson |
worst thing for money?
working for ten in years |
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| denys envy |
| probably not as bad as the worst thing i've done for drugs... |
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| airwalker1 |
| ah the things you do for .(dog ) |
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| LinX |
| i used to blow up payphones for the change when i was 16 and a lil drug addict HAHAHA.. ohh and i used to steal copper from home depot and go to a scrap metal yard, melt it down, and get like 300 bucks for it.. but yes all when i was a younglin and on drugs.. |
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| RJT |
I don't know that I think this is particularly terrible (I'm probably going to do it again this year), but it's certainly the most demanding job I've ever done.
My uncle owns a meat market in my hometown, and processes between 2500-2800 dear during hunting season each year. During the 10 or so day gun hunting season each year while I was in high school, and the first four or so years out, I'd try to work the two weekends of the hunt (usually the weekend before or after Thanksgiving, and Thanksgiving weekend), so about 5 days of working 8 in the morning to 8 at night. This week alone we would check in anywhere from 1200-1600 of the dear for the whole season.
**This gets a bit graphic from here on - do not read if you have a weak stomach**
In the morning I'd work check in, which consisted of checking in the dear, either removing the horns, or fully caping each dear (for mounting), using a bolt cutter to chop each leg off at the kneecap (easier to store and carry), and then carrying each dear and stacking them in the freezer/cooler until they were going to be processed. I did this from about 8 until 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
Then, I'd head in and either help with skinning the carcasses or butchering the meat (in any number of ways depending on the dears size and what the fellow who shot it wanted) depending on where we were behind. I actually really didn't mind butchering the meat, lots of "puzzle solving", as it were.
Anyway, around about 5 or 6 at night, the last things I always had to do was salt the hides (hides are sold for any number of crazy things), and let me tell you - that was easily the most ed up way to end a day ever, surrounded by tons of dear skins that you had to lay out flat, and hand salt (we wore gloves - but they were invariably compromised) all the days hides. It absolutely murdered your hands - I've never felt more exhausted or destroyed in my life than after these days, but I didn't mind the work and the pay was un-ing-real (not too mention that there was a huge catered spread of food available all day, and as much free beer as you could drink
I couldn't do it every day, but man oh man even though that was nothing but hard ing work did I ever feel satisfied at the end of a work day. |
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| Ghost Raver |
| quote: | Originally posted by ********
Bet you'd think I'd say be tortured and treated like a political prisoner. |
Nope. I thought it would be something about your hair. |
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| RJT |
| Yes, cut your hair. And it appears as though you also have some on your lips and/or chin. |
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| Ian Lotts |
| quote: | Originally posted by denys envy
probably not as bad as the worst thing i've done for drugs... |
You and me both mate. ;) |
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| pkcRAISTLIN |
| quote: | Originally posted by adi_hanson
worst thing for money?
working for ten in years |
:stongue: :stongue:
amen. |
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| pkcRAISTLIN |
| quote: | Originally posted by RJT
I don't know that I think this is particularly terrible (I'm probably going to do it again this year), but it's certainly the most demanding job I've ever done.
My uncle owns a meat market in my hometown, and processes between 2500-2800 dear during hunting season each year. During the 10 or so day gun hunting season each year while I was in high school, and the first four or so years out, I'd try to work the two weekends of the hunt (usually the weekend before or after Thanksgiving, and Thanksgiving weekend), so about 5 days of working 8 in the morning to 8 at night. This week alone we would check in anywhere from 1200-1600 of the dear for the whole season.
**This gets a bit graphic from here on - do not read if you have a weak stomach**
In the morning I'd work check in, which consisted of checking in the dear, either removing the horns, or fully caping each dear (for mounting), using a bolt cutter to chop each leg off at the kneecap (easier to store and carry), and then carrying each dear and stacking them in the freezer/cooler until they were going to be processed. I did this from about 8 until 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
Then, I'd head in and either help with skinning the carcasses or butchering the meat (in any number of ways depending on the dears size and what the fellow who shot it wanted) depending on where we were behind. I actually really didn't mind butchering the meat, lots of "puzzle solving", as it were.
Anyway, around about 5 or 6 at night, the last things I always had to do was salt the hides (hides are sold for any number of crazy things), and let me tell you - that was easily the most ed up way to end a day ever, surrounded by tons of dear skins that you had to lay out flat, and hand salt (we wore gloves - but they were invariably compromised) all the days hides. It absolutely murdered your hands - I've never felt more exhausted or destroyed in my life than after these days, but I didn't mind the work and the pay was un-ing-real (not too mention that there was a huge catered spread of food available all day, and as much free beer as you could drink
I couldn't do it every day, but man oh man even though that was nothing but hard ing work did I ever feel satisfied at the end of a work day. |
en hell. that's intense!
but to be perfectly frank, any hard work is intense for me :D id kill to have been born a hilton or a gates ha or rockefeller. imagine doing nothing but travelling and playing games and youd even be able to be a game designer and not have to worry about making commercially-friendly games.
working for a living really sucks the wang. then again its better than being poor haha. |
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