I grew up in Long Beach. One of our field trips (remember those?) was to the local tuna cannery—either French Sardine (StarKist) or Chicken of the Sea. The smell was horrible and it looked like maybe the worst job on earth. Put me off tuna fish.
Haha, they ought to ban those field trips.
Not a field trip, but my stepmom worked in a big cottage cheese factory. Her job was to go in at four or five AM and chase the carpets of cockroaches off the uncovered eight-foot vats of cheese. And then one by one pick the dead ones out individually. And shrug off the ones that had sunk down out of sight. I didn’t touch cottage cheese for forty years after that. I hope things have changed because I kind of like it and will have a little bit now and then.