I worked at an abbatoire for a while. Dodged the worst stuff no problem … except for one time with green puss from an abscess in a cow. It must have been under a lot of pressure.
I cut the abscess out and showed it to a woman I didn’t like in quality control. She threw up. It was my fault, so I had to clean that up, and I didn’t get to go home early to clean myself.
At least it makes for a good drunken gross-out story, when I can add all the gory little details.
Last time I told it was to a guy who was clearly out of his depth after being served dog meat and black eggs. He went so pale … maybe in the long term it was worth it, lol
I worked at an abbatoire for a while. Dodged the worst stuff no problem … except for one time with green puss from an abscess in a cow. It must have been under a lot of pressure.
I cut the abscess out and showed it to a woman I didn’t like in quality control. She threw up. It was my fault, so I had to clean that up, and I didn’t get to go home early to clean myself.
It was not a great job.
Was it worth it, though?
Not really, it didn’t exactly improve my relationship with her
😥 that sucks
At least it makes for a good drunken gross-out story, when I can add all the gory little details.
Last time I told it was to a guy who was clearly out of his depth after being served dog meat and black eggs. He went so pale … maybe in the long term it was worth it, lol