Friday OT: Can I Do That?
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Worked at a national wildlife refuge in high school. We were the kids the county sheriff would call when there was a dead deer along the side of the road. I can tell you where all the dead bodies are laying 
Also we would get called to cut hemp out of a fence line. We would cut it, transport it and bury it in the refuge...we weren't allowed to burn.
Also we would get called to cut hemp out of a fence line. We would cut it, transport it and bury it in the refuge...we weren't allowed to burn.
I remember walking around the Kreg Tools facility and seeing the giant wood shop they had on site. Some dude gets paid to test their tools and tinker around all day. It would be my FIL's dream job.
I once did a stint selling predator wasps which was not something I knew was a thing.
And then essentially I did a lot of work in the business of selling cattle semen. And lots of lots of lots of work in evaluating data collected by producers on farm. Did you know that dairy producers collect a **** ton of data about their cattle? I can tell you they **** up the entry of it all the damn time.
And then essentially I did a lot of work in the business of selling cattle semen. And lots of lots of lots of work in evaluating data collected by producers on farm. Did you know that dairy producers collect a **** ton of data about their cattle? I can tell you they **** up the entry of it all the damn time.
One of the better laughs I had on Twitter was when a Dairy guy mentioned how every day he makes sure his cows get the exact rations they need for all their micronutrient needs, but he just had a sleeve of Oreos for lunch.
Definitely. I love that show, and would love to be able to do those things, short of riding in some of those sketchy planes he gets on sometimes.
My old roommate did some courier work for his uncle. He would go overseas with various livestock specimens. He would later add that his uncle was into some shady business practices, making what my roommate did HIGHLY illegal that could have ended in prison time.
"A good friend will help you move. A great friend will help you move a body"
I had a short stint doing some consulting work for FedEx and whenever I was observing the conveyor lines, I made sure to tell the handler what it was when I saw one of those containers come down the line. The look on their face each time was worth it.
I can't stand Josh Gates. To me, he comes off as arrogant and full of himself. And most of his "expeditions" are fake as $3 bills.
I worked for a hog semen company in college. Pay was great and it was for a well known genetics company. But needless to say my job was to collect hog semen. I majored in Animal Science so it was basically a stint to pad the resume. It is really good thing I was mentally secure and had a sense of humor because good lord my friends made fun of me. Long story short- bring the boar into the pen, spray some perfume on a "mount" and then proceed to hold a cup. I believe my title was Genetic Technician. I learned I did not want to be a Genetic Technician for hogs.
One of my uncles had many jobs over the years but one of them was breeding cows so he was on the other end of this...
One of my college jobs was as a “Class Checking Monitor”. This job consisted of walking around campus with the ISU Card photos of the football team and making sure they were sitting in class, and send a report to the Athletic Department of who went and who didn’t. Easiest money I’ve ever made.
Many many years ago I toured the Kansas City office of the architecture firm HOK. They had a group of maybe five guys that worked on physical models of sports arenas. These guys had architecture degrees and got to build models for a living. When I was there they were working on a model of a retractable roof stadium (can’t remember which one)and they made the roof on the model retractable by remote control. It was ******* cool…
I had a 2 day temp job in Chicago once. At a Rabbi's office. Rabbi was old, had trouble getting around. Didn't ask me to do much at all. Late on 2nd day, after office ladies had left, Rabbi called me into his fancy office for a favor. There was a large, ornate, decorative/religious? silver chalice-type piece displayed on an equally ornate/fancy table. Rabbi asked me to take it into bathroom and dump out the contents. It became apparent that he'd been urinating in it for convenience, and I nearly gagged at the scent of like 2 gallons of rancid urine. How do you say 'woof' in Yiddish?
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