I worked on a battery farm
When I was 16 on a Saturday and Sunday morning.
It was the worst job ever.
I'd get picked up in town and taken out to the farm, usually a bit hungover. I'd take a deep breath, boke up the previous night excesses, and then have to take a trolley between the cages and pick up the eggs, getting pecked every minute or so by rogue chickens. The smell was unbelievable and there was often rotting corpses or full skeletons still in the cages.
The worst bit was having to carry a bag of dead chickens down to the farmhouse fo disposal. The bag was moving as I approached it. I grabbed a hold of the top and lifted. The bottom broke and I got rotting chickens and maggots all down my lower.
I ran around screaming for quite a while.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sat 19 Jul 2008, 12:08, Reply)