I worked in an advanced dementia care residential unit in a hospital for many years. I'm not sure how I would feel about it now, but it was an eye opener for me back then, as I was young and really had no idea what could happen to the human mind...
Been fortunate enough to like my resume, but my oldest sister spent a year in palliative care at Christies, Manchester. Seeing people have no hope of recovery broke her spirit tenfold.
It's strange, looking back there's usually a few things about crap jobs that were ok, have known chicken processors, and their stories are all loathsome. Went onto a pig farm to repair and upgrade a load of stalls and railings and some stairs...
There was a 'chicken factory' as it was called (processing plant) on Bridle Road, Bootle. Almost everyone who worked there lived in 'Dodge City' (the Netherton estate) 🫨🤕 The girls from the chicken factory used to come in the pub Friday...
Lettuce Picking.
Age fifteen, had a week off school. My mate lasted a day, so I called another mate and he only managed a day as well.
Picked up in a van filled with chain smoking land girls. Back breaking work, one cutting, the other...