....feeling sick

Your welcome

 

Anyone care for a bigmac

You know that classic McDonalds smell

 

Oh buddy...if I pop the lid on one of these bad boys I could make everyone fall over

although I'm sure my boss doesn't not rebottle. It goes to farm and gets turned into methane gas.....yes methane gas

 

It doesn't get turned into methane gas because it is no good.


I'm was not kidding when I said I almost blacked out and felt really sick

 

The farm smells better than this.... I guess the best comparison would be getting sprayed by peppy LA pue up close n personal...aka a skunk...its not the smell...its whatever is fuming from it....kinda like the green smoke bomb after a racoon lays one in the cartoons. Found a funny story on the internet


Died laughing

When I was 17, I worked the egg grill at a big university cafeteria. The grease, oil, and residue from cooking thousands of eggs each weekend would fall into a channel and drain into a removable metal trap about as long as my leg.

Each night we'd remove the trap, dump it, and put it back again. Sometimes we'd rinse it too.

Anyway, as a new employee I was overly eager to please everyone. I cleaned the trap with scalding hot water, and tried to get it as clean as possible. That's when I noticed the trap felt heavier than it ought to be. It was only partially filling up, because at least 2/3 of it was filled with some sort of 'blockage'.

So I start banging the trap. Hard. I keep flushing the top 1/3 with hot water and slamming the trap against the inside of a big garbage pail. Nothing's happening. I keep doing this, over and over, because little tiny pieces of congealed egg (and God knows what else) are breaking loose.

Finally I slam it once more REALLY HARD, this time against the floor. Whatever was blocking the trap broke free, and this horrendous ####ing grey and black sludge comes POURING out, all over the kitchen.

Words cannot possibly ####ing describe it. The smell was like a living, breathing thing - a rancid mixture of purified egg, bacon grease, rotting flesh, and whatever the hell else was in there. It radiated instantly and irreversibly outward, slamming everyone in the kitchen like a punch to the face.

I puked first. It wasn't even a question. I don't even think my mind fully realized what had happened, I was just puking my guts out all over the floor in front of me. I dropped the grease trap and turned to run, and three other employees were throwing up also. Two of them into Rubbermaid pails, one of them into the sink where he was washing dishes.

People started running for the exits. That's what I remember most. This was at SUNY Stony Brook, on Long Island, and the Kelly cafeteria had about 30+ people working back there at any given time. We all met outside in the parking lot, gasping for air, trying to figure out what to do. No one knew what just went down except for me, they only knew something horrible had happened.

When I told them I'd cleared the grease trap, they looked at me horrified. "Nobody cleans that thing, we just dump it!" they cried. "We haven't cleaned that thing in ####ing years!"

Needless to say I was in charge of the cleanup. It involved a ####-ton of bleach, several trips, and a steam hose. I found out a few more people threw up in the outer areas too - out by the serving lines. One girl threw up into the bowl of salad she was chopping.

Anyway, that's my story. NOTHING will ever come close to that smell in my entire life, and for that I derive a little bit of comfort.

 

I ran hose 2 days wasn't bad

Then he said you can drive the truck....instead of pickup trailer...that's when i was like this is great...my first job trucking

That's when I started sucking the grease...

This is the first day

Made it home I swear I my ears were ringing I was turning pale going to blackout