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- Subject: Re: [MLUG - DISCUSSION] sausages (was "Crack'n WEP")
- From: Jonathan King <EMAIL:PROTECTED>
- Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 22:58:12 -0500
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On Apr 5, 2005 3:19 PM, Mike Miller <EMAIL:PROTECTED> wrote:
> On Tue, 5 Apr 2005, John Kimball wrote:
>
> > Someone said -- "Standards are like sausages, you don't want to watch
> > them being made."
>
> Just a funny aside: I worked part of one summer in Carando sausage
> factory in Springfield, MA, in 1978 (or maybe '79). Anyway, you are right
> because most of the people who worked there did not want to eat any of
> that sausage or similar meat. It really didn't bother me.
Geesh, Mike. You had some scummy jobs, too. My worst food-packing job was
working in the Hoods dairy unit in Chelsea, MA. Our work there was to
to open corrugated cardboard boxes and unpack milk into milk crates
that would be used to do local truck deliveries to a few towns that
Hoodsie just couldn't give up doing. Most people who took milk from
such a home delivery truck probably thought it was "fresher" somehow
than milk from their grocery store (even though it wasn't in a shiny
glass bottle). Actually, of course, it was 2 or 3 days older since it
was sitting in our warehouse waiting for schmoes like me to unbox
it...
Now, you can't run an operation like that without having some spilled
milk. And even though this was a refrigerated warehouse (we all had
our winter coats on), the milk would sour, and the smell was...gaah.
That job paid minimum wage minus the commute into Boston. That was
the summer of 1983, when summer jobs were all but unobtainable. I was
*so glad* when the place I'd worked the previous summer called me back
to work the third shift in the photo developing plant... Hmm,
developer.
Come to think of it, all my pre-grad school jobs had their obvious sucky points.
* Paper route was 6 miles long since it was in the next town and had
15 papers on it. About $10 per week including tips.
* Worked at closing shift at the local dairy bar; mopping up spilled
ice cream and picking trash up in the parking lot were the highlights.
Got skilled at breaking into customer's cars after they'd locked
themselves out.
* Youth Conservation Corps in the final year of its existence. 40
hours a week digging postholes and clearing brush.
* 3rd shift job in the photo plant (see above)
* Hoodsie milk-packing job
* 2nd/3rd shift night manager at the downtown New Haven Kinko's.
Often met patients released from...
* VA Med Center Psych admitting ward. Gave dichotic listening tests
to actively hallucinating schizophrenic patients in the name of
science.
Obviously I'm leaving out the one "good" job, which was reshelving
books in the art and architecture library when I was in college. The
people were pretty flaky, but nice enough to me. Only one othem ever
dated me, though. :-)
jking
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