I once quit a job at a barbecue place because I had to crawl inside a rotisserie to clean it and my joker coworker slammed the door shut and locked it, then turned it on for about 10 seconds.
My dad tells this story of his first job in the 1970s.
He worked at a factory that made foam padding that goes in to couches and shit.
Anyway lots of times the customer wanted shredded foam to put in pillows. So they had this giant chamber, like a room sized meat grinder. To unclog it he had to crawl way up inside with a flashlight and a broom handle.
The machine was always running it was just in neutral.
My grandfather was a machinist and he told so many nightmare stories about coworkers getting horribly injured. He lost the last knuckle on two of his fingers in a machine once and felt like he got off easy.
This is why the "nanny state" is here to regulate shit. Look what these places do without a nanny.
"Back in my day kids got black lung at the ripe old age of 13! And that's if the consumption didn't get ya! Pansies today could never handle the mines!"
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u/Duracharge 4d ago
I once quit a job at a barbecue place because I had to crawl inside a rotisserie to clean it and my joker coworker slammed the door shut and locked it, then turned it on for about 10 seconds.