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re: What is the weirdest job that you have done in your life, thus far.
Posted on 12/27/21 at 5:24 am to A_U_B_U_R_N
Posted on 12/27/21 at 5:24 am to A_U_B_U_R_N
My brother is a big pharma sales rep.
He once was selling a chemo drug for bladder cancer. Had to be poured into the penis, via catheter or something.
The drug was supposed to stay in for a certain time, but a lot of these 80-90 year old men just pissed it right out. And the stuff cost over 10k per dose.
My brothers job was to catch it in a bucket, then pour it back in.
He once was selling a chemo drug for bladder cancer. Had to be poured into the penis, via catheter or something.
The drug was supposed to stay in for a certain time, but a lot of these 80-90 year old men just pissed it right out. And the stuff cost over 10k per dose.
My brothers job was to catch it in a bucket, then pour it back in.
This post was edited on 12/27/21 at 5:26 am
Posted on 12/27/21 at 6:33 pm to A_U_B_U_R_N
My uncle ran the water company in my little hometown. One Christmas break, he needed help for a couple weeks.
Smoking sewers.
Wastewater system pipes sometimes get leaks in them, and treating rainwater costs money. So, the idea was to put smoke bombs and a fan into the sewer mains and then watch for where smoke came out of the ground to then fix the leaks.
So, somebody had to climb down into the sewer mains and get the smoke going, while a couple other people watched for the smoke.
Guess who drew that short straw.
Smoking sewers.
Wastewater system pipes sometimes get leaks in them, and treating rainwater costs money. So, the idea was to put smoke bombs and a fan into the sewer mains and then watch for where smoke came out of the ground to then fix the leaks.
So, somebody had to climb down into the sewer mains and get the smoke going, while a couple other people watched for the smoke.
Guess who drew that short straw.
Posted on 12/27/21 at 6:50 pm to exiledhogfan
Harry... you already posted this 3.5 months ago

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Over Christmas break my senior year of high school, my uncle, mayor of our little town, asked me to work for the water department.
They were wanting to fix leaks in the sewer system. So, I got to "smoke" sewers for a couple weeks. Crawl down into the sewer pipe and set off some smoke bombs, put a fan near them to force the smoke out of the pipes where folks to see the smoke and mark the leak.
Yeah, as fun as it sounds.
Posted on 12/28/21 at 12:41 am to auggie
One Summer, as a teenager, I found myself far from home and needing to make some extra money.
The only job I could find was on a wheat farm in the middle of nowhere, owned by this leathery old widow woman. She was lonely.
Long story short, she eventually raped me. I guess I let it happen, I had never had sex before. But it met the definition of statutory rape.
Ever since then, for my entire life, I can't have sex without seeing that old woman's wrinkled, leathery face. It's terrible. I also have PTSD around wheat fields. I can't drive past one without feeling like someone is squeezing me in their arms.
TLDR: Got raped by a widow woman while working on her wheat farm as a teenager. Now, have PTSD.
The only job I could find was on a wheat farm in the middle of nowhere, owned by this leathery old widow woman. She was lonely.
Long story short, she eventually raped me. I guess I let it happen, I had never had sex before. But it met the definition of statutory rape.
Ever since then, for my entire life, I can't have sex without seeing that old woman's wrinkled, leathery face. It's terrible. I also have PTSD around wheat fields. I can't drive past one without feeling like someone is squeezing me in their arms.
TLDR: Got raped by a widow woman while working on her wheat farm as a teenager. Now, have PTSD.
Posted on 1/7/22 at 6:24 pm to Numberwang
Then Garth Brooks wrote a song about you ....Sorry, too tempting.
Posted on 1/7/22 at 9:39 pm to A_U_B_U_R_N
In high school I was a movie theater projectionist. Pretty easy job. Best and worst part of the job was building the movies. Theyd come in on reels and youd have to tape them together in order. Then on Thursday night after close someone (usually me or a manager) would have to watch the entire movie to make sure it was assembled correctly. There were good days like screening Saving Private Ryan at 3:00 am with a case of beer I snuck in the back. Then there were bad days... Like being paid to watch the fricking Barney movie.
Posted on 1/7/22 at 11:41 pm to A_U_B_U_R_N
Edit. Hell I already posted in this thread.
This post was edited on 1/7/22 at 11:44 pm
Posted on 1/8/22 at 6:59 am to SquatchDawg
Border Patrol…I wish I could go back and do the job now. I’d do it with so much more compassion and humility.
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