Wasn't so bad with burning hides and the day old pallets of fresh ones with cool looking BIG wriggly parasites looking to live a moment longer; but when the right winds came from the mausoleum across the San Lorenzo river and mixed with the aroma of the Tannery the smells were; let's just say only worse than that is front lines after a brutal battle in hot climate and bloated bodies.
Okay enough, pay was better at the Tannery anyway. it's the stuff of bad dreams, and I can honestly say if folks could smell war, maybe there'd be less war.
But I digress big time,
sorry folks.
“Wasn’t so bad with burning hides and the day old pallets of fresh ones with cool looking BIG wriggly parasites looking to live a moment longer; but when the right winds came from the mausoleum across the San Lorenzo river and mixed with the aroma of the Tannery the smells were; let’s just say only worse than that is front lines after a brutal battle in hot climate and bloated bodies.”
Had a similar jobs lumping skins into a tannery up north...bad in the winter cause the hides would develop sharps inside (frozen chunks of whatever) and of course, the smell and the slippery footing in the summer on the ramps. Those are jobs I’d like Dhimmocrat pols to have had for even a few weeks. One of the guys I worked with developed foot rot (not that uncommon) and still doesn’t walk right. Got $2300 dollars fo it.
Mint leaves.