Yeah . . . I have to say one of the most traumatizing days in my life came when I was really desperate for money and living out in the country. I took a job at a meat packing plant and I lasted about half a day. The job was to stand on a disassembly line in this super-heated room covered head to toe in protective gear while turkey after turkey came along hooked onto this rail that led back into a different room where the turkeys had been killed by means of boiling them alive and then having their heads and feet cut off. My particular role on that line was to reach up into the bird and grab it's little heart and tear it out along with the lungs. That interspersed with moving bins full of severed turkey feet or heads and mopping blood.
When it came time for lunch I just got my stuff and walked out of the place. Walked the 5 or so km home just not really thinking about anything. I smelled of death . . . When I was trying to get to sleep that night just as I was drifting off I would feel the exact sensation of my hand wrapping around a turkey's heart and I would wake up like a shot. That lasted for a week or more.
Now I think of that whenever I'm eating processed meats and it definitely does not appeal to me as much
When it came time for lunch I just got my stuff and walked out of the place. Walked the 5 or so km home just not really thinking about anything. I smelled of death . . . When I was trying to get to sleep that night just as I was drifting off I would feel the exact sensation of my hand wrapping around a turkey's heart and I would wake up like a shot. That lasted for a week or more.
Now I think of that whenever I'm eating processed meats and it definitely does not appeal to me as much