Kibbutz Yiftah, Northern IsraelThe site of my worst job EVER. I worked out the back of a large kitchen which fed about 500 people each meal time, I was basically the kitchen gimp and they would give me any hideous, degrading job which no other fucker would do.
(1)Mincing the garlic. They used a lot of garlic. I personally fed a BATHTUB of garlic, mixed with oil, through a mincing machine and into buckets which were taken and frozen for future use. I stank of garlic for days. I had to throw away the clothes I was wearing.
(2)Cleaning the kitchen drains. With my hands. We are talking 5/6 months worth of dirt, peelings, entrails, the lot. All of which had been exposed to a middle eastern summer. Again, stank for days, threw the clothes away.
(3)Chicken collecting. This was the worst by far. The Kibbutz had big sheds where they would grow chickens. I mean grow, as they would ship in about 10,000 chicks, split them between 5 sheds, keep them in the dark and pump them full of hormones until they were fucking monster sized. Eventually these bastards would have to be collected, so at 3am me and a few others went down to the sheds (they are easier to catch at night, docile little shits). Basically the deal was this: in the dark pick up, by the legs, 3 chickens in one hand, 2 in the other and put into cage. Repeat. For hours. Again, clothes stank, threw 'em away. The worst bit (and honestly it was awful) was sometimes when you grabbed them by the legs you would feel the legs snap between your fingers... Jesus, I can remember that really clearly..
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(1)Mincing the garlic. They used a lot of garlic. I personally fed a BATHTUB of garlic, mixed with oil, through a mincing machine and into buckets which were taken and frozen for future use. I stank of garlic for days. I had to throw away the clothes I was wearing.
(2)Cleaning the kitchen drains. With my hands. We are talking 5/6 months worth of dirt, peelings, entrails, the lot. All of which had been exposed to a middle eastern summer. Again, stank for days, threw the clothes away.
(3)Chicken collecting. This was the worst by far. The Kibbutz had big sheds where they would grow chickens. I mean grow, as they would ship in about 10,000 chicks, split them between 5 sheds, keep them in the dark and pump them full of hormones until they were fucking monster sized. Eventually these bastards would have to be collected, so at 3am me and a few others went down to the sheds (they are easier to catch at night, docile little shits). Basically the deal was this: in the dark pick up, by the legs, 3 chickens in one hand, 2 in the other and put into cage. Repeat. For hours. Again, clothes stank, threw 'em away. The worst bit (and honestly it was awful) was sometimes when you grabbed them by the legs you would feel the legs snap between your fingers... Jesus, I can remember that really clearly..