I’m not asking about the worst job. I’m asking about the grimmest one. For me it was when in my teenage years I was making candles you would put on a grave. Most of the time is was just filling the form, burn the right shape and passing it forward. But sometimes I had to fill in for a person who was selling these things, and that is where it gets grim. It was decades ago but I still remember one lady who asked what would be the best candle to memorialize her late husband. And she gave me the whole life story of her and her husband. I shit you not, it was the most touching love story I have ever heard. I quit the next day.
I used to work at an animal shelter, and handling an entire litter of dead and dying kittens is what turned me vegetarian
Kitten placentas look a lot like meat. Kittens are made of meat. Making that connection made me finally empathize with the pigs and cows and chickens I’d been eating all my life. They’re no different to these kittens, who I’m sobbing over, so why would I be okay with eating them?