Until it dries and you crackle as you walk.

I have never been so scared. But amazingly, I faced my fate stoically. Hell, what did I know at 18? Luckily I had read the Fountainhead, but Roark was not on my mind just then.

That's a great way to view it! No regrets! It's what makes things interesting.

Gah!

That must have been nausea inducing...

What a great job! I know you worked your tail off, but what an experience! Those were some amazing bands you got to see.
I often wonder what my kids will do, and if they will have experiences as unique or memorable. And what they would think of some of the things I've done. They know some, not all. ;-)

Now that's using ingenuity! Great foresight!!

That's seriously impressive. And kind of gross.. Impressive! 🐽🐷

Well, a good sling of some horseshoes could do a bit of damage, if necessary. And a good solid kick. Wow. I'm stil stunned by that...

Niice!

I hear you, Zen. :-(

There's that.. :-p

Laughing all over again! That's hysterical.
The inflatable sheep, just a wee bit scary..... 👀🚫

I grew up on a family dairy farm in Wisconsin. There were probably several jobs I did on the farm that might be classified as weird or crazy but I'll pick one. In addition to the dairy, we also raised hogs for butcher. The male hogs had to be castrated while they were young so that they would fatten properly and produce good tasting meat. So every spring, Dad turned one of the hog pens into a temporary operating room, with an overturned 55-gallon barrel the operating table and a couple of buckets of disinfectant solution. My brother and I would hold down the impending victim and Dad did his thing with a straight edge razor blade. If everything went well, the squealing quickly died down after we released the castratee and he went on about his business. We saved the testicles and sold them to a local restaurant. They have various names, but we called them "rocky mountain oysters". Why, I haven't a clue. Every once in a while, especially when the subject was larger or stronger than usual, he might jump during the procedure and the blade in Dad's hand went where it wasn't supposed to. But he was prepared for that with some large needles and strong thread that we used to stitch up the damage. We never lost a hog. And I've never eaten hog testicles in a restaurant.

in high school, I graded papers for the spanish teacher.
got so good that she did not check me. . and today,
dammit, I get lost after lunes, martes, miercoles..... -- j
.

we're sure glad that you made it, Herb!!! -- j
.

they say that subs are pretty good at controlling
pitch and yaw, but not at controlling roll. . bet that
was fun, getting your sea legs!!! -- j
.

the Schindler of the book store!!! -- j
.

I do hope that you are getting a good bit
of the gold, yourself!!! -- j
.

I drove a bobcat to remove about 3 feet of manure
from a barn, once. . had to bend over to walk in there,
at first -- and I couldn't touch the hayloft, after. . that
stuff is S L I C K. . really. -- j
.

reminds me of a friend who was a successful Navy
nuclear powerplant engineer. . and his interview
with Hyman Rickover.

Rickover welcomed him into the office and, without
letting him sit down, challenged him:::

"Do something to irritate me." . my friend stood
there and thought, "What could I do?"

he reached out and swiped a bunch of stuff off of
the right front corner of Rickover's desk, like his
walnut nameplate, a cup of pencils and some
memorabilia, straight off into the floor.

Rickover hired him. -- j
.

As I mentioned in the earlier post, I could write a book full of memoirs with this stuff. And I think I'll seriously consider it. Of course, many names would have to be changed to protect myself from the guilty.

Because even after working for the "legitimate" majors in the mining industry the bizarre tales don't stop. It is a wild, full of intrigue, and small world of players in the gold mining business. And I am still in it as we speak with more "interesting" developments unfolding.

I never regret any of it.

Yeah, I worked as a janitor for a swim club I'd been a member of so that I could have some spending money, back around high school before my senior year, I think it was... Early 1960s. $200 for the summer. Hourly wage? Better to calculate the Weekly Pay...

One day I was a member, swimming and laughing with the other members. The next day I started work as their janitor and discovered how invisible you can become simply by appearing to belong to a 'lower caste.'

I actually did a good job, thanks to being OCD and a bit of a perfectionist, but after a while, I discovered that the Z-fold toilet paper dispensers actually depended on interlocking the refill stack with the remaining stack.

So if you 'accidentally forgot to interleave those two key sheets,' the next 'customer' would see what looked like a full dispenser, but might just get The Last One if their lucky number came up.

Taught me a lot about respecting people As People and not because of their jobs, wealth or title. From the President of the Country on down to the guys that haul my garbage away.

All humans deserve respect until or unless their actions make it clear they don't.

It actually hurts to have to visit and talk with them, so I don't much.

Or ran!