FB: Minnesota Intercollegiate Athletic Conference

[janesvilleflash]

No, but I just +'d you one.

[Rugman]

No, but I just +'d you one.

Thanks, sorry for casting aspersions.  You and Tmert were the only other one's on the board at the time.  Must have been a drive by -k by AO or OleFan.  I set a timer to ding both of them once a day.

[tmerton]

A routine police patrol was parked outside a bar watching the patrons leave.  After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk.

The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.  After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it.  He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.

Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine, dry summer night--flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights.  He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left.  At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road.

The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test.  To his amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!

Dumbfounded, the officer said, I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."

"I doubt it," said the man. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."

[Rugman]

A routine police patrol was parked outside a bar watching the patrons leave.  After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk.

The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.  After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it.  He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.

Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine, dry summer night--flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights.  He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left.  At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road.

The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test.  To his amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!

Dumbfounded, the officer said, I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."

"I doubt it," said the man. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."

Ha, that's a good one.  Gotta tell that one to the wife.

[57Johnnie]

Since we've been reminiscing about the jobs of our youth, I can't help but weigh in on my summers at the Del Monte Canning Factory in Sleepy Eye, MN.  (I bet the sileage pile that accumulated over the summer was comparable to the smell at the Tomato factory).

Back before the great invasion from down south, most of the summer jobs were taken by college students so you can imagine the possibilities for mischievousness, working under the influence and summer romances.  You'd work every day that the corn or peas were being picked.  Some days we'd work 16-20 hours straight and then when it rained we would have time off.  Got paid $1.25/hr with OT after 60 hours.

While lthe list of memorable experiences is long, the most notable was the day Duggie Soucker flooded the factory.  He had the weirdest job in the factory.  It was up on the 3rd floor where they mixed up this huge vat of syrup that was used in the canning process.  You mixed water, salt and sugar that was gravity fed though pipes to the canning room.  You worked your ass off for about 20 minutes getting everything filled up and then you had 40 minutes with nothing to do.  Well you were supposed to get everything staged for the next batch, but you know how well 18 yr olds plan ahead.  Guys would actually leave the plant and go get laid in between batches, among other things.

Well one night Duggie pushed it too tight in between batches and comes screaming back from wherever the hell he was and discovered that there was no more sugar handy and he would have to pull a pallet down from the top of the stack.  So he jumps on his fork lift, peals rubber to the stacks, lifts his hydraulic tines to roof level and starts backing away before lowering the platform, not noticing that the main water pipe for the entire factory was only about 6 feet behind him.  Of course he hits it and cracks it in half.  Had to be about a six inch pipe.

In the 20 minutes it took to get a supervisor up there (have never seen a human being turn so white) and get the main valve shut off, what must have been thousands of gallons of water flooded the 3rd floor syrup room, drained down to the second floor where empty cans were stored in open top cardboard sleaves, with all the open cans facing up, filled up the top row of each, then drained down to the first floor where it started dripping on the electric labeling and packing machines, shorting out all the electric circuits.

Douggie did not get fired to my knowledge, but I'm sure he never recovered.  We all had a glorious couple of days off while they cleaned up the mess and repaired the equipment, and for once we were able to have our standard "day off" keggers without having to stand out in the rain or wade though mud.

Most of my time at the factory was driving forklift; always worked the night shift.  To this day I love the smell of factory warehouse cardboard and dust.  But not a monster sileage pile on a mid August afternoon when both the temp and the humidity hits 90.

Ah the good old days.

Brings back fond memories. Different canning factory, different era - $0.60/hr & NO overtime.

Lots of stories also but the one I most remember...... Us young lads would occasionally skinny dip in the cooling tank at 2 or 3AM. Usually the women all gone home & supervisors gone or sacked out someplace. One night a very healthy farm lass joined us. One of the lads figured that she was indicating a friendly nature and decided to take liberties. Most of us knew that she had 7 older brothers that she grew up with on the farm. Needless to say, none of us came to the lad's assistance as we watched this naked 17 year old farm girl overhaul his a$$ while telling him that she didn't even let her friends do that and he wasn't her friend.  Now that I think about it - it was the worst beating I've ever witnessed live. He never came back to work and we didn't miss him. 
We were polite to her

[Rugman]

Since we've been reminiscing about the jobs of our youth, I can't help but weigh in on my summers at the Del Monte Canning Factory in Sleepy Eye, MN.  (I bet the sileage pile that accumulated over the summer was comparable to the smell at the Tomato factory).

Back before the great invasion from down south, most of the summer jobs were taken by college students so you can imagine the possibilities for mischievousness, working under the influence and summer romances.  You'd work every day that the corn or peas were being picked.  Some days we'd work 16-20 hours straight and then when it rained we would have time off.  Got paid $1.25/hr with OT after 60 hours.

While lthe list of memorable experiences is long, the most notable was the day Duggie Soucker flooded the factory.  He had the weirdest job in the factory.  It was up on the 3rd floor where they mixed up this huge vat of syrup that was used in the canning process.  You mixed water, salt and sugar that was gravity fed though pipes to the canning room.  You worked your ass off for about 20 minutes getting everything filled up and then you had 40 minutes with nothing to do.  Well you were supposed to get everything staged for the next batch, but you know how well 18 yr olds plan ahead.  Guys would actually leave the plant and go get laid in between batches, among other things.

Well one night Duggie pushed it too tight in between batches and comes screaming back from wherever the hell he was and discovered that there was no more sugar handy and he would have to pull a pallet down from the top of the stack.  So he jumps on his fork lift, peals rubber to the stacks, lifts his hydraulic tines to roof level and starts backing away before lowering the platform, not noticing that the main water pipe for the entire factory was only about 6 feet behind him.  Of course he hits it and cracks it in half.  Had to be about a six inch pipe.

In the 20 minutes it took to get a supervisor up there (have never seen a human being turn so white) and get the main valve shut off, what must have been thousands of gallons of water flooded the 3rd floor syrup room, drained down to the second floor where empty cans were stored in open top cardboard sleaves, with all the open cans facing up, filled up the top row of each, then drained down to the first floor where it started dripping on the electric labeling and packing machines, shorting out all the electric circuits.

Douggie did not get fired to my knowledge, but I'm sure he never recovered.  We all had a glorious couple of days off while they cleaned up the mess and repaired the equipment, and for once we were able to have our standard "day off" keggers without having to stand out in the rain or wade though mud.

Most of my time at the factory was driving forklift; always worked the night shift.  To this day I love the smell of factory warehouse cardboard and dust.  But not a monster sileage pile on a mid August afternoon when both the temp and the humidity hits 90.

Ah the good old days.

Brings back fond memories. Different canning factory, different era - $0.60/hr & NO overtime.

Lots of stories also but the one I most remember...... Us young lads would occasionally skinny dip in the cooling tank at 2 or 3AM. Usually the women all gone home & supervisors gone or sacked out someplace. One night a very healthy farm lass joined us. One of the lads figured that she was indicating a friendly nature and decided to take liberties. Most of us knew that she had 7 older brothers that she grew up with on the farm. Needless to say, none of us came to the lad's assistance as we watched this naked 17 year old farm girl overhaul his a$$ while telling him that she didn't even let her friends do that and he wasn't her friend.  Now that I think about it - it was the worst beating I've ever witnessed live. He never came back to work and we didn't miss him. 
We were polite to her

Ah, nothing better than a bunch of teenagers working without much adult supervision.  Although I bet BDB wouldn't agree with that sentiment.

[DuffMan]

BTW, I should mention that the days at the canning factory were wonderful training for all the other jobs I had before my first "real" job.

Glue gun operator at Franklin Manufacturing. (burned fingers)

Screw gun operator at Franklin Manufacturing. (cut fingers)

On site concrete block silo construction hand (almost cut off head handling sheet metal in 20 mph wind at the top of the silo)

I lost a thumb to a table saw when working at a cabinet shop in college.

[Rugman]

BTW, I should mention that the days at the canning factory were wonderful training for all the other jobs I had before my first "real" job.

Glue gun operator at Franklin Manufacturing. (burned fingers)

Screw gun operator at Franklin Manufacturing. (cut fingers)

On site concrete block silo construction hand (almost cut off head handling sheet metal in 20 mph wind at the top of the silo)

I lost a thumb to a table saw when working at a cabinet shop in college.

Peggy from the St Cloud School of Nursing broke my heart when I was a sophomore when she dumped me and started dating a Johnnie Senior.

[Knightstalker]

The worst job experience, was working as a maintenance machinist/mechanic at a pipe fitting foundry.  On of the presses developed a major hydraulic leak, we had to come in on a saturday night and fix it.  While I was on top of the press disconnecting the hydraulic lines so we could pull the shaft bushing from the ram so dumbazz decided that the hydraulic valve that had been closed and red tagged shut should be open.  This DA opened it just as I finished disconnecting the line, I then proceeded to get drenched with about 50 gallons of hydraulic fluid.  The pump was still running so the two smaller presses could still operate and the shot blaster doors would still work.  It took me about three bottles of shampoo to get the oil out of my hair.

[57Johnnie]

bennie,
Did you see the hit Jack Johnson put on Ryan Smyth?   OUCH

[Kilted Rat]

One of my fellow agents asked me one time to try and guess what the guy he had just interviewed on an investigation did for a living. I think he gave me some hints, but I had never even heard of a chicken catcher prior to that, so as you might figure out, I was not able to guess correctly. He also said that the guy was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Did you have any stimulating conversations with any of your fellow chicken catchers KR?

Didn't end up getting the job, and even if I had, I don't think most people on here speak enough spanish to understand the conversations!





Great stories of bad jobs!

I'll throw one more on:

The summers after my freshman and sophomore years I worked for BFI picking up trash often riding on the back of the big trucks on overnight routes in the rain and everything.

After the smells and sights of that job, nothing in med school has come close to bothering my stomach!

Nastiest one: End of August, a lady finally pays her bill (and the next 3 months) which had been unpaid for 3 months under the condition that her back trash be picked up that day (friday) since she is having company that weekend. Being low man on the totum pole, I get sent to pick it up.

As I'm driving down the back country road to the house about a half mile from the house I start to smell the trash! It gets stronger as I approach the house. By this time, I had been picking up trash 60+ hours a week for 3 months straight, so it takes a lot to offend my nose, but this one did it. I literally dry-heaved as I approached the pile. WARNING graphic description coming, women, children, and tommies should stop reading now There were maggots swimming in a puddle of their own feces on top of one of the bags! The grossest thing I have ever seen and/or smelled in my entire life! I wouldn't wish that smell on anyone.

[retagent]

Hey 57, I have heard the hits Jack Johnson has put out on his CD's. I here he's got a new one out that's pretty good. Wait, are we talking about the same Jack Johnson?

[retagent]

As an aside, my now 22 year old son, who listens to all sorts of crap music, put me on to Jack Johnson, and it's things like that, that at least give me hope that I helped raise him correctly.

[57Johnnie]

Hey 57, I have heard the hits Jack Johnson has put out on his CD's. I here he's got a new one out that's pretty good. Wait, are we talking about the same Jack Johnson?

You mean the heavyweight champ from 1908-1915? His hits were on Burns, Jefferies etc. Didn't know they had CDs back then. 

[Rugman]

One of my fellow agents asked me one time to try and guess what the guy he had just interviewed on an investigation did for a living. I think he gave me some hints, but I had never even heard of a chicken catcher prior to that, so as you might figure out, I was not able to guess correctly. He also said that the guy was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Did you have any stimulating conversations with any of your fellow chicken catchers KR?

Didn't end up getting the job, and even if I had, I don't think most people on here speak enough spanish to understand the conversations!





Great stories of bad jobs!

I'll throw one more on:

The summers after my freshman and sophomore years I worked for BFI picking up trash often riding on the back of the big trucks on overnight routes in the rain and everything.

After the smells and sights of that job, nothing in med school has come close to bothering my stomach!

Nastiest one: End of August, a lady finally pays her bill (and the next 3 months) which had been unpaid for 3 months under the condition that her back trash be picked up that day (friday) since she is having company that weekend. Being low man on the totum pole, I get sent to pick it up.

As I'm driving down the back country road to the house about a half mile from the house I start to smell the trash! It gets stronger as I approach the house. By this time, I had been picking up trash 60+ hours a week for 3 months straight, so it takes a lot to offend my nose, but this one did it. I literally dry-heaved as I approached the pile. WARNING graphic description coming, women, children, and tommies should stop reading now There were maggots swimming in a puddle of their own feces on top of one of the bags! The grossest thing I have ever seen and/or smelled in my entire life! I wouldn't wish that smell on anyone.

Holy crap.  The competition is over and we have a winner for stinkiest job!.