23 years, not a great payer but those were the days when you genuinely enjoyed going to work, the teams were brilliant, work ethic was spot on, never once got up and thought...ughhh, workSalvasens?
My brother was the only person who was able to wind the clock in the museum he worked in. Other people weren't tall enough or couldn't climb the ladder. He couldn't be away more than eight days because if it stopped the clock engineer had to be called in.Not a complete job, but spare a thought for the poor souls who wind the clocks in museums.
That would be someone with plenty of time in {on} their hands .Not a complete job, but spare a thought for the poor souls who wind the clocks in museums.
I worked as a chicken sexer a couple of times. All of the owl-keepers I know feed their birds on frozen chicks, presumably male ones. Not sure if this is a major part of the chicken industry supply chain.I thought they were dispatched, frozen & sold as food for birds of prey owned by falconers (frozen day old chicks) there is also the job of dipping heads, legs & spines in blue dye, then chucking them in the unfit for human consumption skip at the abattoir.
I worked as a chicken sexer a couple of times. All of the owl-keepers I know feed their birds on frozen chicks, presumably male ones. Not sure if this is a major part of the chicken industry supply chain.
That sounds like a foul job .
That sounds like a foul job .
Viagra takes care of that one now.Fluffers