Not mine...
I worked in a factory that prepared microwave meals before becoming the hunched, pixel obsessed designer that hobbles before you today. One terrible shift I had to 'prep the cook bags'.

Fair enough, never heard of it before, but I'll do it.

Turns out I had to shovel sliced liver out of a wheelie bin sized container into bags to heat-seal them ready for the ovens. Lots of liver. In a bathtub full of blood. Sometimes my shoveling hand got sucked in due to the vacuum and I had to slide it out without losing my glove. This involved twisting my arm round and letting blood run down into the glove. And if blood got onto the heat-sealing heads it burnt, adding to the heady stench of death already around me.

Come the end of the day I was covered in blood, from my tits to my testes. And let me tell you, blood fucking stinks. Left the next day, but I'll never forget the smell.
(noswalrm, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 18:44, Reply)