I was talking with a friend of mine last night and somehow we started chuckling about bad jobs we have had before on our way to an actual career. It was a no brainer for me.......fibreglas ! Graduated from college in to the recession in 1979 and ended up working in the Seattle shipyards as a laborer for the Pink Panther's insulation company. Every day was something different, but all revolved around glass insulation. One hot August day my job was to offload, by hand, a railroad car full of loose bats of insulation. The bats were probably 36" wide and ten feet long, stacked ceiling high. Spent my day essentially just wrapping my arms around these things like a big hug and handing them down to the next guy in line to move in to the warehouse........fire bucket style. Being the new guy I was put inside the car.......I still remember the strands of fibreglas dancing around in the sun rays coming through the holes in the car like being in a giant snow globe. I didn't think it could get any worse......... A couple months later, it did. I reported for work to the ice breaker Polar Star, my job was to cut in a twelve inch wide path in the insulation from the engine room to the conning tower to place new wiring in for something. Seemed pretty easy, and actually it was I suppose. The part that made it so bad was the aftermath. Normally we wore full paper suits that kept the glass off of us but this day my supervisor didn't show up with suits, and not really thinking too much about I started down below in the engine room.....easy schmeezy. What I hadn't counted on was simple physics. As I worked my way up from the very warm engine room to the very chilly conning tower the tiny pieces of glass were sweeping up in the rising warm air like like smoke through a chimney. Dressed in jeans an a tank top the tiny shards of glass embedded themselves anywhere there was persperation.....neck, armpits, forearms. Finished for the day and sparkling like a flocked Christmas tree all I was looking forward to was a long hot shower. I learned later that long hot showers are not the answer to getting rid of insulation.......that simply opens up the pores giving the little missiles of glass more opportunities for penetration. I itched for a month like a baboon wirh fleas. I found a "real" job shortly thereafter, and to this day look upon fibreglas as the devils cotton candy. Any other nightmares out there ?