I've had some crappy jobs in my life. I've picked citrus with a bracero crew from Mexico, and I've waded through pig poop for less than minimum wage, but by far the worst job I've ever had was shearing sheep. I did it because I could shear on weekends and evenings when I wasn't working in the oilfields. You could say, sheep helped pay for my sheepskin. (Are they even called that anymore?) I always arrived on time and wired my motor to the cattle racks on my grandpa's old Ford Econoline which embarrassed me to even be seen inside...

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