I am not a Facebook enthusiast as such as I don't really post status updates on my personal profile there and don't comment on friends' walls either. I mean there is only so much you can say about the scones Auntie Muriel baked or the Joneses' holidays pictures in Southend. Topics like that are only of interest to their originators, no offence meant to Auntie Muriel or the Joneses.
But I like browsing groups after my own interests: the posts are often inspiring and informative in FB groups and this must be one of the features of the site that I like the most.
However, I have noticed a trend recently that I find annoying: members of those group posting about the death or hospitalisation of their relatives. I don't know them and don't know their family members and while I can sympathise to some degree with their predicaments and bereavements, I feel that I am being exposed to information that I simply don't want to see and don't want to have shared with me. It feels a bit like this: 'Hi, I don't know you and you don't know me but I thought you may want to know my brother-in-law died this morning. So you could share the burden of mourning him with me even though you've never even met in and didn't know him.'
Before these social networks existed, people would notify their immediate circle of friends and family about the death of a family member and possibly their professional circle since it is quite normal to notify your boss, colleagues, associates, employees, etc. They didn't go and tell strangers on the street for example. We are mutual strangers online: I wouldn't go and make announcements of deaths in my own circle of friends and relatives to people I don't know and who don't know me.
Online social networks are completely changing the dynamics of interaction among people and doing so in deplorable ways. And it doesn't matter how old or young users are: they adopt behaviours that would be awkward and bordering on unacceptable in real life. So why do it online?
Again, I understand losing a loved one is painful, traumatic, etc but please: if we don't know each other and will never ever meet in real life, keep it to yourself.
Monday, 9 March 2015
Thursday, 5 March 2015
Older trainee chicken sexer available (UK)
Damn, I only ever hear of good opportunities when it's too late.
Apparently, there is such a thing as a chicken sexer even though most people, myself included, have never heard of it and people applying that trade are in high demand in farms in the UK: they earn up to £40,000 a year just staring at the backside of chicks. 'I already do that on the beach' you will tell me and while it sounds easy enough, it's not: apparently you have to train for three years to be able work out a chick's gender by looking at its rectal area for a few seconds. The process of sorting out the baby birds by gender is necessary in the industry, since roosters unlike hens don't lay eggs and thus have to be culled almost immediately or go to be raised for meat.
The job requires manual dexterity, acute eyesight and is labour-intensive: you have to sort out thousands of chicks a day which may partly explain why there are less and less people willing to do it. The time devoted for training (three years) is another downer.
For one, for that type of money, I want farmers not to despair and to know that there is at least one person up for the job in the UK: myself. They would have to make allowance for my eyesight that isn't what it used to be: I have finally resorted to wearing glasses since I can't elongate my arms far enough to be able to read for example. Being a musician, they will be pleased to know that intense practise on various instruments throughout my life has given me an insane level of dexterity and precision: in other word I won't squash, crush or otherwise hurt chicks in the process of handling them.
If you are a UK-based chicken farmer and are interested, feel free to get in touch by commenting below. Speak to you soon and, thanking you in advance for your interest, I will look forward to hearing from you.
Apparently, there is such a thing as a chicken sexer even though most people, myself included, have never heard of it and people applying that trade are in high demand in farms in the UK: they earn up to £40,000 a year just staring at the backside of chicks. 'I already do that on the beach' you will tell me and while it sounds easy enough, it's not: apparently you have to train for three years to be able work out a chick's gender by looking at its rectal area for a few seconds. The process of sorting out the baby birds by gender is necessary in the industry, since roosters unlike hens don't lay eggs and thus have to be culled almost immediately or go to be raised for meat.
The job requires manual dexterity, acute eyesight and is labour-intensive: you have to sort out thousands of chicks a day which may partly explain why there are less and less people willing to do it. The time devoted for training (three years) is another downer.
For one, for that type of money, I want farmers not to despair and to know that there is at least one person up for the job in the UK: myself. They would have to make allowance for my eyesight that isn't what it used to be: I have finally resorted to wearing glasses since I can't elongate my arms far enough to be able to read for example. Being a musician, they will be pleased to know that intense practise on various instruments throughout my life has given me an insane level of dexterity and precision: in other word I won't squash, crush or otherwise hurt chicks in the process of handling them.
If you are a UK-based chicken farmer and are interested, feel free to get in touch by commenting below. Speak to you soon and, thanking you in advance for your interest, I will look forward to hearing from you.
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