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Fri, 16 Nov 2001 21:55:24 -0400

Hmmm. Don't know which kind of thread to go for - either
1. is this really the worst job in Singapore?
or
2. A massive rant on the plight of students in science, the best and the
brightest reduced to jobs that make McDonalds look good.
(a quote from the last message I received has this on my mind):
 >I came to grad school, I was ready to learn, to
>take it all on, to be successful.  I was pushed down, given NO guidance
>whatsoever, very little support, no direction, nothing.  I had big plans
>to get a PhD and go on in my field, but now I'm broke, tired,
>disenchanted, depressed, and think so much less of my intellectual
>capabilities than I did upon graduating with my bachelor's.  I was so
>happy then, such a big shot.  Now I'm nothing and just want this to be
>over with so that I can join the workforce and start all over
>again
or
3. random trivia quiz. Watched a movie tonight. A particular line struck me
as perversely prophetic. "Just pull up on the north pole, there, thats it.
Holds three booze bottles and the cassette comes out of Afghanistan." Movie?
Actor?


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----- Original Message -----
From: "R. A. Hettinga" <rah@shipwright.com>
To: "Phil Harris" <phil.harris@zope.co.uk>; <fork@xent.com>
Sent: Friday, November 16, 2001 9:39 PM
Subject: Re: <fart>


> At 4:55 PM +0000 on 11/16/01, Phil Harris wrote:
>
>
> > eeeewwwwwwwww!!!!!
>
> Naw, that's nothing. *This* is eeeewwww....
>
> Careful. Don't drink anything while reading this, or you'll hurt your nose
> or something...
>
> Cheers,
> RAH
>
> --- begin forwarded text
>
>
> Status:  U
> To: interest@another.pothole.com
> Subject: FWD: Zoo sperm bank worker Mohd. Binatang bin Goncang wins
> "Worst Job in Singapore"
> Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 20:51:54 -0500
> From: "Donald E. Eastlake 3rd" <dee3@torque.pothole.com>
> Sender: owner-interest@another.pothole.com
>
>
> Mime-Version:  1.0
> Message-Id:  <p05101010b817e93e5027@[63.73.97.181]>
> Date:  Wed, 14 Nov 2001 01:50:21 -0800
> To:  "The Eristocracy" <Eristocracy@merrymeet.com>
> From:  Jon Callas <jon@callas.org>
> Subject:  Worst job in Singapore
>
> Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 23:45:26 -0800
> From: Tamzen Cannoy <tamzen@worldbenders.com>
>
>
<http://www.studentmagazine.com/thisweek/thisweek_article.asp?articleID=213>
>
> Zoo sperm bank worker Mohd. Binatang bin Goncang wins "Worst Job in
Singapore"
>
> Wildlife Reserves Singapore (WRS), which runs the Singapore Zoo,has
> set up a bank of sperm and animal tissue in order to help preserve
> species.
>
> The thankless task of collecting the sperm falls to Mr. Binatang's,
> starting his rounds at 4 a.m. "We start so early in the morning
> because a lot of the animals have 'morning glory' when they wake up,
> and it's easier to collect the sperm.
>
> Wearing rubber gloves and carrying a cooler box filled with ice and
> tupperware, Mr. Binatang, 25, told us that he'd just graduated from
> Singapore Polytechnic with a diploma in life sciences. He liked nature
> and animals, and thought that the Singapore Zoo would be the perfect
> place to work.
>
> "I never thought I'd be giving an orang-utan a hand job every
> morning," he said somewhat ruefully. "And he is the worst, he expects
> to be kissed first. "As we approached the orang-utan enclosure, we saw
> the Zoo's most famous resident lying casually on his back, hands
> behind his head, and sporting a huge erection.
>
> Applying the massage oil onto his gloves, he lingered outside the
> enclosure before entering and knelt before the orange beast. About 2
> minutes' worth of squelching noises could be heard before Mr.Binatang
> emerged again.
>
> Next the tiger enclosure, the big cats were sprawled lazily on the
> grass verge, in a somewhat half-hearted manner as he put on a fresh
> set of gloves and entered the enclosure. "Here, kitty, kitty,kitty..."
>
> Moments later, he emerged with several tupperware full of viscous
> fluid.
>
> "Isn't it dangerous?" we asked.
>
> Mr. Binatang was silent for a while.
>
> "They know I'm not there as an enemy," he finally said, a glazed,
> faraway look in his eyes.
>
> Worked his way round the zoo, finished his rounds at 3 pm in the
> afternoon. Carrying out his duties with the tapirs, the rhinoceros,
> giraffe and the gorillas, amongst others. "Each animal is different,"
> he said, removing his gloves, now speckled with traces of polar bear
> spunk.
>
> "The chimpanzees always want to be hugged afterwards. The elephant is
> the most tricky because of the size of its thing... sometimes I have
> to use both my arms to tug on it."
>
> "As you can expect it's really affecting my sex life. I can't help
> it. Each time my wife initiates sex, these ejaculating hippos keep
> floating through my mind."
>
> How long will he stay difficult to know, but deputy assistant director
> Lai Jee Seow thinks it is important to continue.
>
> "It's because the animals have gotten too used to Binatang coming over
> every morning to pull them off," said "Many of them now can't be
> bothered to engage in real sex."
>
> by Kway Png
>
> --- end forwarded text
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