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Post by Swimmy on Mar 8, 2008 19:17:19 GMT -5
Dave,
I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the tip. I'm on the job hunt for now.
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Post by Clipper on Mar 8, 2008 20:19:50 GMT -5
 Don't feel alone in the menial job arena Dave. I worked for a veterinarian for awhile. I held the cows feet up while he worked on the hooves. I also had to stop in the morning on the way to school and take all the dog shit and newpaper out of the kennels and put down fresh. I buried dead dogs that had been frozen all winter and had thawed out and smelled really nasty by the time the ground thawed enough to bury the dogs euthanized during the winter months. Now THAT job sucked. I don't know about ivy league friends with father's that left mom for a trophy wife. I do however know a kid I went to school with, that lost his mother when she was quite young. His dad remarried a trophy wife, and the kid I went to highschool with, ran away with his step mother, LOL! That would piss me off big time, if I had to sit at the table on Thanksgiving with my ex-wife/daughter in-law. Hmmm, talk about awkward.
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Post by dgriffin on Mar 8, 2008 20:42:24 GMT -5
A friend in college had gone into the Air Force after high school and then worked for a year before returning to school. During the year he worked as an AI Tech. Back then, at least, almost anyone could become an Artificial Insemination Tech. The turn over was quite high. Showing up at the barn, you kicked the cow shit out of the way, put on a long rubber glove that went up to your armpit, grabbed a frozen swizel stick of sperm, reached up in there as far as you could go and broke the stick to release the sperm. No music, no romance.
(C.G., did I get it right? I saw it done only once when a local dairyman insisted on a demonstration for a visitor from Laos I'd brought to the farm. What impressed me the most was the cow's "udder" disregard for the whole operation.)
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Post by frankcor on Mar 8, 2008 22:09:03 GMT -5
That might have been me, Clipper. But I kept them just to read the articles.
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Don't feel alone in the menial job arena Dave. I worked for a veterinarian for awhile. I held the cows feet up while he worked on the hooves. I also had to stop in the morning on the way to school and take all the dog shit and newpaper out of the kennels and put down fresh. I buried dead dogs that had been frozen all winter and had thawed out and smelled really nasty by the time the ground thawed enough to bury the dogs euthanized during the winter months. Now THAT job sucked.
