Reply #12: Working for my father (a pathologist) emptying old specimen jars.

[Misunderestimator]

I was about 14 years old when I started working for my dad. Each year the old specimens that were sitting on shelves for a certain number of years would get disposed of, since they were no longer required to be stored. The fumes from the formaldehyde were torture enough... I usually held my breath, unscrewed the lid and didn't look at what came out of the jar. One time, I emptied a jar, looked in the sink and screamed at the amputated gangrenous foot that I had just emptied. :puke:

Now THAT was a bad job. Every job I've had since pales in comparison.