|
So now I've "hijacked a thread" with a singular pointed post?
And it's such a wonderful thread too, tsk tsk 'tis a shame.
Crybabies.
How close are your parents to kicking you out, Alex?
I was also wondering if anyone ever had a job like this next one.
It was me, some middle-aged couple, and an old black man everyone called "Pop."
We would stand over the big sink in our coveralls and our industrial-thickness rubber gloves. With large scaling knives in hand, we would have to scale and gut two tons of mullet over that sink every Wednesday; it was later distributed to rural and low-income area supermarkets all over Northeast Georgia.
The rest of the week was stocking and loading and unloading trucks at the back of the storefront or doing delivery routes.
When you do a job like that, you always smell like fish, no matter what you do.
Of course, I'll take the above any day over having to swing a maddock (large concrete hammer, mini-sledge hammer) around from six hours a day.
|