Room on the bandwagon for some slaughterhouse stories?

I'm studying zoology in college because I love animals, I have 3 dogs and a cat and was raised on a farm, so animals are my life really. Of course I don't like the job but it's a relatively small family business and work is work, so it makes me sad when people get the wrong idea.

I can't blame him really, I guess I deserved it.

All the sheep skins and cattle hydes are taken away monthly to make leather, so we salt them to preserve them, but it sucks so bad doing this because the salt goes in your cuts and it stings like a motherfucker.

Beef fat smells terrible and working with it all day it tends to go right into your fingerprints and it's hella difficult to get out. I really didn't want my date to think I smelled like fat, for obvious reasons. So I thought the powerhouse might work, stupid I know but DO NOT DO THIS.

You know the skin around a sausage? Well if it's a good quality sausage that skin should be the small intestine of a sheep. It needs to be separated from the rest of the organs by hand and it's pretty common to find one of these bad boys trying to hitch a ride.

Cattle can get pretty upset when they're in a tight space, but I managed to shimmy between the two walls like a ninja, narrowly missing obliteration.

In fairness to the man, the room where the hydes are stored smells pretty rank and I've become really desensitised to bad smells. I still laughed my ass of when he ran out the door spewing though.

It happens. It sucks. That is all.