Your job still so bad?

I came across this pearler in GQ, March/April 2005, about the worst jobs ever. Check it.

Hermit:

Today we buy a rim flow pool to make the neighbours envious, but from 1740 to 1830, landowners hired eccentrics, mental defectives, poets and the financially desperate to wander their estates for years, like breathing garden gnomes.

How cool is that? I think it's awesome to have that, I'm not quite sure why it all stopped! I suppose it's a similiar thing to the Thai cabana boy I keep out in summer to fan me with a banana leaf so I don't get too hot around the pool. He works quite well for one potatoe a day. Which he has to grow.

Jizz mopper:

Yeah. Won't really go into this one, I think you get the whole shindig.

Fuller:

Before the wonders of technology stepped in, someone had to clean wool after it had been woven: the fuller. After collecting gallons of urine from farms and private houses, fullers would pour the stale urea into a barrell, add the wool, then hop in and stomp out the grease.

That is exactly why I buy GQ, for gems like these. You can actually buy the book "The worst jobs in history" by Tony Robinson. Another similiar book is "The worst blow jobs in history" by Paris Hilton. Well not exactly, but yeah...crazy weather we having. Yes, indeed, crazy weather.