Maybe I will become a pig slaughter

Today, I went to a pig abattoir. A remote place from Perth city. I had to take a train about 30 minutes, then take a bus about 30 minutes. Then guess what? I needed to call someone in the factory to pick me up. And from the bus terminal to the factory takes another 20 minutes. Faint.



The boss is pretty nice. Guided us(me and another lady) through many documents and forms needed to be filled, introduced us to walk through the line of pig abattoir. Mind you, pretty bloody! A guy told me there are more than two hundred workers. Wow, sounds big, isn't it? Then we went to a medical center to do medical test, wow again, pretty rigor and professional.

Tomorrow the abattoir and I will decide whether I can get this job or not. If all things would go well, I suppose that you ladies and gentlemen could not see any blogs from the date that I move to the sharehouse right near to the abattoir(maybe on Thursday).


(I'm just merely a pig slaughter.)
(PS, sorry, this joke can only be understood by Taiwanese or one ever watched the movie 凌凌漆大戰金鎗客 from HongKong.)

Need to save some money, huh.