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ReneeInTN said:Hi,
I just donated my Striped SA to Curves for their annual August Auction. You might want to check your local Curves to see if they are having one. I donated three small bowls, one small square, one medium bowl and the rectangle platter. I cleaned them up and dried them off real good and put them in kind of a flat basket with a sign of the value (including the basket). Curves has the auction all month long and are allowing me to leave flyers and business cards all month.
Just an idea...
JAE said:I worked in an egg factory. It was disgusting. I smelled like eggs and my car smelled like eggs. GROSS. Eggs were always breaking and then we'd have to stop the conveyer to clean it up. The first station was where a suction thing picked up the eggs from the crates and were put into the washing thing. The next station was where we had to take out the eggs that weren't completely clean from chicken doo doo and look at the eggs under a special light to make sure there wasn't blood in the yoke. The last station was pulling the cartons off (I don't remember if we filled them manually or how that worked) the conveyor and putting the cartons into boxes. We'd have to put boxes together and line them up by size. If one egg broke, we'd pull a wire to stop the whole system and clean up the mess. All the eggs affected by the broken one had to be taken back to the washer. The quicker we finished all the eggs the quicker we could go home. So it was really annoying if eggs kept breaking and having to be rewashed. I worked on weekends and holidays, including Christmas. I couldn't believe I had to work on Christmas. My dad said, "well, chickens don't stop laying eggs just because it's Christmas." This was in 1988-1989, and I made a big $5 ish an hour. Most of my friends were making minimum wage which I think was $3.45 or something like that.
I have another. My dad is a farmer. I was a country girl, longing to move to the suburbs!
JAE said:I worked in an egg factory. It was disgusting. I smelled like eggs and my car smelled like eggs. GROSS. Eggs were always breaking and then we'd have to stop the conveyer to clean it up. The first station was where a suction thing picked up the eggs from the crates and were put into the washing thing. The next station was where we had to take out the eggs that weren't completely clean from chicken doo doo and look at the eggs under a special light to make sure there wasn't blood in the yoke. The last station was pulling the cartons off (I don't remember if we filled them manually or how that worked) the conveyor and putting the cartons into boxes. We'd have to put boxes together and line them up by size. If one egg broke, we'd pull a wire to stop the whole system and clean up the mess. All the eggs affected by the broken one had to be taken back to the washer. The quicker we finished all the eggs the quicker we could go home. So it was really annoying if eggs kept breaking and having to be rewashed. I worked on weekends and holidays, including Christmas. I couldn't believe I had to work on Christmas. My dad said, "well, chickens don't stop laying eggs just because it's Christmas." This was in 1988-1989, and I made a big $5 ish an hour. Most of my friends were making minimum wage which I think was $3.45 or something like that.
I have another. My dad is a farmer. I was a country girl, longing to move to the suburbs!
JAE said:I worked in an egg factory. It was disgusting. I smelled like eggs and my car smelled like eggs. GROSS. Eggs were always breaking and then we'd have to stop the conveyer to clean it up. The first station was where a suction thing picked up the eggs from the crates and were put into the washing thing. The next station was where we had to take out the eggs that weren't completely clean from chicken doo doo and look at the eggs under a special light to make sure there wasn't blood in the yoke. The last station was pulling the cartons off (I don't remember if we filled them manually or how that worked) the conveyor and putting the cartons into boxes. We'd have to put boxes together and line them up by size. If one egg broke, we'd pull a wire to stop the whole system and clean up the mess. All the eggs affected by the broken one had to be taken back to the washer. The quicker we finished all the eggs the quicker we could go home. So it was really annoying if eggs kept breaking and having to be rewashed. I worked on weekends and holidays, including Christmas. I couldn't believe I had to work on Christmas. My dad said, "well, chickens don't stop laying eggs just because it's Christmas." This was in 1988-1989, and I made a big $5 ish an hour. Most of my friends were making minimum wage which I think was $3.45 or something like that.
I have another. My dad is a farmer. I was a country girl, longing to move to the suburbs!
The weirdest job I have ever had was working as a professional cuddler. I would offer comfort and physical affection to clients who were feeling lonely or stressed.
I stumbled upon the job while browsing job postings online. I was intrigued by the idea and decided to give it a try.
The most challenging part is setting boundaries with clients and making sure they understand that the cuddling is strictly platonic and therapeutic.
One time, a client fell asleep while I was cuddling with them and started snoring loudly. It was hard not to burst out laughing, but I had to maintain a calm and peaceful atmosphere.
It's not a job for everyone, but if you enjoy physical touch and are good at setting boundaries, it can be a rewarding and unique experience. However, it's important to prioritize your safety and comfort above anything else.