My old man used to take me around his works in the docks about that age, it was a crazy place. They made anchors and chains. Massive piles of them everywhere. Furnaces, molten steel, dark, crazy noise all the time. He often said so and so lost an eye, finger or arm today. One guy died. It was a right baptism of fire when I worked there for 6 months at 18, the bosses son. I got so much grief from the other workers it was unreal, 25 years of pay back to the boss I reckon.
Great learning curve though....nothing was as crazy as working there ever again.
Originally Posted by goats
My old man used to take me around his works in the docks about that age, it was a crazy place. They made anchors and chains. Massive piles of them everywhere. Furnaces, molten steel, dark, crazy noise all the time. He often said so and so lost an eye, finger or arm today. One guy died. It was a right baptism of fire when I worked there for 6 months at 18, the bosses son. I got so much grief from the other workers it was unreal, 25 years of pay back to the boss I reckon.
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