tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post8600762967617046852..comments2023-10-20T05:31:15.613-07:00Comments on Don't Call Me Mummy: Dirty JobsMom not Mum (Sandy)http://www.blogger.com/profile/16342355588737699494noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-62508478183998977392010-10-09T11:34:03.257-07:002010-10-09T11:34:03.257-07:00I LOVE this post!
I've had many different job...I LOVE this post!<br /><br />I've had many different jobs...quite a few of the not so glamourous type:<br /><br />1) Assembling CB anntenas in a factory<br />2) Resturaunt dishwasher<br />3) telephone solicitor<br />4)standing outside a health spa with a sign that said "free month pass" and waving at cars<br /><br />AFTER getting my education I had different sorts of jobs that were difficult, challenging, or painful in their own ways:<br /><br />5) juvenile probation officer<br />6) HIV/AIDS intervention worker<br />7) private consultant in a women's prison<br />8) caregiver training coordinator<br /><br />Probably the job I've had that I've loved the most has been teaching. But I'll stick with college. After one brief year of subbing in elementary and middle school I'd have to agree with you. Teaching 7th graders could definitely be considered a DIRTY JOB!Belladonnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704410443745252997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-2845012805339883642010-09-27T12:15:55.526-07:002010-09-27T12:15:55.526-07:00I interpreted in a class that was taught in a slau...I interpreted in a class that was taught in a slaughterhouse. For reals. They were teaching them how to properly slaughter the animals. I wore rainboots and a new $1 Store poncho every time I went. Even thinking about it makes me sick. Man, what I would do for a buck way back when!Gerbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13103247512887532095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-61666094229036992542010-09-18T21:55:54.216-07:002010-09-18T21:55:54.216-07:00So many crap that I could list. I'm definitely...So many crap that I could list. I'm definitely not nostalgic for all those horrible jobs I've had. <br /><br />Chris<br />http://www.dailyjobfinder.wordpress.comChristopher-Gasparhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11929717976767172976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-79791534304824686662010-09-18T20:39:50.140-07:002010-09-18T20:39:50.140-07:00I had no idea cheese was so complicated.I had no idea cheese was so complicated.Laura Marchanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07878325934353943862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-19829551024800109132010-09-15T12:29:07.541-07:002010-09-15T12:29:07.541-07:00Fine - I guess those that worked with the cheese &...Fine - I guess those that worked with the cheese "producer" win. And I totally agree with Andi on the learning experience.Mom not Mum (Sandy)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16342355588737699494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-59327410544816412762010-09-15T09:09:38.813-07:002010-09-15T09:09:38.813-07:00Crap jobs... the best learning experience on how t...Crap jobs... the best learning experience on how to work hard. Freshman year at BYU I worked as a dishwasher at DT towers. No one had any appreciation for who was behind that plastic curtain!! I was envious of the people who got to work in the bakery and frost cookies for their entire shift. I've done lots of others... including certain teaching jobs. Nothing like trying to get kids to not smoke during your fieldtrip (or make-out behind the school bus). :)Andihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06851190062644892399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-64735222660198876492010-09-15T08:06:26.625-07:002010-09-15T08:06:26.625-07:00Strawing down cows in the winter for my grandpa...Strawing down cows in the winter for my grandpa's dairy. That has to beat the cheese! After it would snow, it would leave the cows pens all wet and muddy so we would have to go lay down the straw to give them a dry place to be. Talk about smelling!! It was not just mud you were stepping in!Mindihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04401874103770289373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368919919776015255.post-42178580101905321862010-09-14T21:23:29.375-07:002010-09-14T21:23:29.375-07:00I'll nominate Norm-
He worked at the BYU dairy...I'll nominate Norm-<br />He worked at the BYU dairy milking cows post-mission and was working there when we met. He had to herd the cows to the barn and then hook them up to the milking machines. He had a sweatshirt that he'd wear to work in that years later after many washings still smelled like manure to me. I guess I knew it was love when I could stand the smell of him after he got off work ;)staceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01018174904792003880noreply@blogger.com