MAny moons ago.
Many moons ago I worked at what at the time was a relatively upmarket pub. It was nothing special but they did keep the place what I thought quite clean and tidy so what I experienced one Monday morning nearly made me lose last nights beer.

Just as a note, thinking about it makes sense now, but at the time I really didn't understand, I had never seen one in the many pubs I had worked in before.

Now, although this particular pub was quite nice, quite well kept down in the bowels of the kitchen the staff were somewhat - hmmmmm - lazy. I think it was the a slight onset of rickets from the lack of sunlight or the crack cocaine problem one of the chefs had, but I digress.

The kitchen was clean but they cut corners the only way minimum wage staff can.

One job the emptying of a waste disposal and fat/oil trap sump thing. (I didn't know it even existed - I didn't know such a thing had ever existed there or anywhere else.) At about 11:30am, there was a problem with an order or some such requiring my presence in the kitchen. The lacky porter monkey boy had been given a job I would quit over. Emptying what one chap said hadnt been done since he'd been there, 18months. This was height of summer, in a hot kitchen, with food being prepped and dear lacky was using old mayo tubs to empty this sludge, oil, food waste tank.

I have a strong stomach, I can sniff bins, rotten milk my girlfriends arse. But this was hell. I can't begin to explain the stench, the look of it... I ran out of there and refused to go down for the rest of my shift.

I am sure they should be pumped out by professionals or some such??? Wrong.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 1:21, 3 replies)

The grease trap at work outside the kitchen (at an old peoples home)
gets emptied by my good mate Bazza once every 6 weeks with his big pump truck. Much as I enjoy having a chinwag with Baz I try to make sure his day rarely coincides with when I'm working or on-site.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 9 Feb 2012, 3:22, closed)

There's nothing quite like the stench from a grease-trap!
Ooh, nasty.
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Thu 9 Feb 2012, 10:10, closed)

Oh god!
Please say there is supposed to be a comma between "rotten milk" and "my girlfriends arse".

It's not pedantry, I'm just slightly upset that there might be an activity known as "rotten milking" and there's no WAY I'm Googling it to find out!

*boik*
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 11:26, closed)