The shortest job in my life was working on a chicken farm when I was about 18 in northern michigan. There was a metal building about 30 x 100 with about 4 or 5 rows of cages running the lenght. Each row was divided into hundred of cages about 18 inches wide two chickens point one way, one points the other. That was the chickens life. The place was ankle deep in shit and an atmosphere of feathers.
I was raised in Detroit and not much contact with the rural side of life so I probably stood in that chicken factory for about an hour with my mouth open and ding dong, this was the first job on my list of jobs I'm not interested in doing. I left.
ps chicken shit doesn't smell very good.
I was raised in Detroit and not much contact with the rural side of life so I probably stood in that chicken factory for about an hour with my mouth open and ding dong, this was the first job on my list of jobs I'm not interested in doing. I left.
ps chicken shit doesn't smell very good.

