09-13-2011, 01:48 PM
[SIZE="4"][COLOR="DarkGreen"]Twenty years ago I worked in an office that was once part of a slaughter house, closed in the 1960s. The slaughter house was from the late nineteenth century. The strangest thing was all the equipment was still in place from the lead lined fridges, pulleys and chains and the slaughter tools left corroding away on the walls. The elderly landlord would not have them moved because they were his memories. So every day I walked through the doors past the inhumane slaughter instruments to get to the office.
Does anyone else have memories of working in a strange place?
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Does anyone else have memories of working in a strange place?
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