Weird Jobs Part I

Scrubbing fish, weird eh! At 17 I took a job at a fish factory. I was a small cog in a big line with salted fish being the end product. It started with guys getting big piles of cod on a table, gutting and sending them on to a machine that cut their heads off. Then there was the fillet guy, branding a shiny, long fillet knife slicing and hacking with precision, kind of cool looking. Then there was me. Clad in a white rubber apron, with a strange, white, oversized toothbrush in my hand ready to do some scrubbing. My job; scrub the blood clots out of flesh of the fish, to make it look nicer.
A fish beautician.