Another nasty job

Charlie M

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We've had some posts going around about dirty jobs in our younger days. When I was a teenager working in an old feed mill in the early 70's the owner was short on bin space for grain. A couple of years he rented a silo for oats. The oats were blown in with a silage blower. Problem with that is there is only one way for the oat dust to get out - down the chute you had to climb through to get inside the silo to remove the oats. I remember that chute always being covered with a thick layer of oat dust. We always tried to make it the last thing we did in the day so we could go home afterward and shower.
 
working with any thing to do with oats i am alergic to to oats to the point i get sick of almost needing to stay in in bed
 
Knew guys that worked in old wooden elevators. Their job included "riding the bin down" by standing in the grain with a broom and sweep the dust down off the walls as the grain was drawn off at the bottom. Grain dust is highly explosive so it has to be kept clean. Unfortunately that doesn't work well if there is flax in the bin because it will soon suck a person under the grain and suffocate them.
 
After my parents passed, we were going through their old letters from the late thirties/early forties. In one letter to my mother, Dad wrote," We will start threshing oats next week. I hate it, I shall be sick for a month."
 
Heard a story once about a scene on an Air Force base on Iceland.

A transport plane was ready to depart, but was being held up by an Airman emptying the holding tank on the latrine. (Or whatever they call them on an Air Force plane). An officer with the plane told the Airman to hurry up or he'd make his life miserable.

The Airman replied, "Sir, I'm a lowly Airman, I'm stationed on Iceland, the temperature is below zero, and I'm cleaning a holding tank on an airplane. What CAN you to do make me more miserable?"
 
When I was still at home we milked with 4 stanchions and 4 units in our barn. Once a year I had to use a spud hoe to scrape all the cow $#!+ off the walls, stanchions, ceiling, pretty much every square inch of the milking parlor, and then paint it all white, all of it. I was drafted when I was 10 or 11 and was stuck with the job until dad sold the herd when I was 18. To this day I absolutely HATE to paint. gm
 

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