Worst job of the week
Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 2:40 pm
Beast Infection
By far the most I've ever hated my life was when I served time in an animal diseases lab. Every day I assisted with awesome, bile-churning animal autopsies?and for little more than minimum wage. In forensic terms, I helped the doctors collect diagnostic tissue from different species. In butcher shop terms, I gutted everything from horses to dogs to snakes, from neck to nuts, so that a doctor could look inside and conclude what terminal affliction expedited their trips to the landfill. Being submerged to my elbows in the slippery-sticky entrails of dead, infectious animals was my daily nightmare. I soon accepted my fixed position at the bottom of the vocational totem pole, my college education worth roughly as much to me as a pet grooming degree. But despite all the guts, there was some glory: I finally left the job after a year of returning home from work smelling like a rabid Gordita.
John
Willow Spring, NC
By far the most I've ever hated my life was when I served time in an animal diseases lab. Every day I assisted with awesome, bile-churning animal autopsies?and for little more than minimum wage. In forensic terms, I helped the doctors collect diagnostic tissue from different species. In butcher shop terms, I gutted everything from horses to dogs to snakes, from neck to nuts, so that a doctor could look inside and conclude what terminal affliction expedited their trips to the landfill. Being submerged to my elbows in the slippery-sticky entrails of dead, infectious animals was my daily nightmare. I soon accepted my fixed position at the bottom of the vocational totem pole, my college education worth roughly as much to me as a pet grooming degree. But despite all the guts, there was some glory: I finally left the job after a year of returning home from work smelling like a rabid Gordita.
John
Willow Spring, NC
