Weird Jobs
I’m sure you may have some weird jobs stories out there, but I think I may have most of them all beat. For about two years I worked in a biological lab where we received daily shipments of human umbilical cords from hospitals all over the country. We would mount the cords onto glass rods and soak them for several days in gluteralderhyde to tan them like leather. Once tanned, we would use forceps to remove the veins. Then we would turn them into bio-grafts to be used as replacement arteries in humans.
If you’ve had a stranger job than that I’d like to hear about it.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
15 Comments:
I had many lousy, mind-numbing (summer) jobs but none as strange as yours. You win.
You never cease to amaze me!
I had a job very similar to that. I had to pick up and transport all kinds of "bits' from various hospitals, clinics and even Vets in Pacific and Clatsop county and take them all to a pathologist's in Longview.
Being me, I couldn't resist looking in all of the various containers, except the ones with poop in them, of course. They were usuall clear containers and stuff. Weirdest thing that I carried was a sealed up (but I knew what it was) was a severed leg. Also, one of the pathologist techs pulled horrid trick on me at St. Johns. He asked me to get him a coke from an odd looking fridge. I opened it, and there was a human HEAD in there with all kinds of bits pulled back and pinned. WEIRD. That guy laughed his ass off seeing my reaction.
Auntie ... I think I worked with that guy. For a while, I volunteered in the Pathology Lab at St John's.
I was in high school at the time, and thought it was a good way to meet the cute candy-stripers. ;)
'Course, from my experience, most people who worked in the Pathology Lab had twisted senses of humor. So I fit right in. LOL
Ok, that was not the right thing to be reading while eating a poptart on a cold february morning. At least it was just a poptart. Buzz killer.
Not me personally...but how about the guy who has to collect semen from a LARGE rare bird. Saw it once on some nature channel...they had to attract the male and get him to ejaculate into the back of a tarp w/ a VERY SMALL hole in it. I thought at the time "what?..how do you explain, not only what you do for a living...but how you go about DOING it?".
I used to be a diesel fitter. Now...that doesn't sound too odd, but my co worker was a pantie stitcher. After he was done putting the elastic in the panties, I would put them over my head and say...yep, diesel fitter!
Moose
Um corn detasseler doesn't beat that either. You are da' champ.
Beth, I also worked in a library for several years.
Jeff, No I'm not running for office. That job is too weird even for me.
Auntie and Walt, two sides of the same coin. That's frightening.
Darev, A Pop Tart? And you don't don't think that's weird?
Ginger, that professional is called a ...wait for it...wait for it and the feathers add new meaning...That professional is called a fluffer. Look it up at wikipedia. Too funny. I'm cracking myself up here.
Moose, damn it, you need a blog. You have so much to offer.
Lori, isn't that a husker?
construction can be weird.
This from a former politician? Politics is the epitome of weird. Have you forgotten?
Ginger -
Think about it from the bird's point of view.
ROFL
i know enough about politics to know not to be one.
I worked at McDonalds.
really...its freakishly similar.
McFreakish!
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