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ORAC
17th Apr 2003, 22:24
Sewage Diver (http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-fg-sewer17apr17,1,7658844.story)

MEXICO CITY -- The rainy season is fast approaching, when downpours will swamp this region's rickety drainage system. The only thing standing between 20 million residents and streets filled with raw sewage may be Julio Cesar Cu.

Cu is a professional diver, but his domain is neither the rolling Pacific nor the glittering Caribbean. He is part of a small team of divers who submerge themselves deep into the bowels of Mexico's City's sewer system to perform some of the filthiest, most frightening plumbing chores imaginable...Floating in a sea of human waste and industrial chemicals, he and three compatriots unplug pipes, repair pumps and pull the occasional cadaver from canals to keep the aguas negras, or black waters, flowing. As if the job weren't difficult enough, they do it completely by feel, groping in liquid so murky that flashlights are useless.........

It starts with a bright red "dry suit," a one-piece, synthetic-rubber garment complete with boots. Waterproof gloves come next, lashed firmly to the wrists with plenty of duct tape. A rubbery turtleneck is pulled over the throat to keep sewage from trickling under the collar. It also serves as a cushion for a steel-titanium alloy helmet that encases the head and locks snugly around the neck like a lid on a Mason jar. The divers carry no tanks on their backs. Instead, a breathing hose connects them to an air supply on the surface. A two-way radio inside the helmet allows the submerged divers to communicate with co-workers up top. Once they resurface, they use gallons of chemical disinfectant to sanitize their bodies and equipment on the spot.

The current four-man team has had no injuries beyond a few cuts and eye infections. The work is physically demanding. Yet the divers say the biggest hurdles are psychological -- accepting that they are literally swimming in the scatological dregs of society. "Water is water," said Cu's partner, Carlos Barrios, 47, tapping an index finger on his temple. "The problems are up here in your head."

He and the other divers know the inner workings of Mexico City's 6,000-mile labyrinth of pipes and canals more intimately than the engineers who created it. Unable to see in the brackish water, they have memorized the design of pumps, motors, drains and other equipment so they can repair them by feel. They also remove garbage. Lots of it. Plastic bottles are the most common culprit slowing the sewage flow. But the divers have encountered all manner of junk, including mattresses, furniture, water tanks, trees, even half a Volkswagen that had to be cut up and lifted out in sections.

Despite rumors of alligators and sea monsters lurking in the city's entrails, the divers swear they have never encountered another living thing. They have, however, run across plenty of dead ones: dogs, cats, birds, goats, pigs, sheep and cows among them. That grim list extends to human beings. Cu estimates his team has recovered more than a dozen bodies for police in recent decades, mostly accident or homicide victims. The most agonizing rescue mission came 10 years ago, when Cu and his fellow divers had to retrieve the corpse of their partner, Jose Luis Silva. The most experienced member of the dive team at the time, Silva was killed after he dislodged a tire that was blocking a floodgate west of the city. Like a stopper removed from a bathtub, the sudden suction of the free-flowing water pulled Silva through a small opening in the dam. His co-workers found his battered body more than a mile downstream.

Cu's wife and parents begged him to leave the sewers after the tragedy. The municipal job pays $300 a month, much less than he could make as a commercial diver. Few people even know their work exists. Those who do are more likely to react with jokes or disgust than appreciation.

Still, Cu didn't leave the job, if for no other reason that that he likes it. "It gives me a lot of personal satisfaction," Cu said. "This work really helps people."



ratsarrse
18th Apr 2003, 01:05
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Capn Notarious
18th Apr 2003, 01:42
Then I don't want to a registered user. I have enough with remembering me currrant passwords

Token Bird
18th Apr 2003, 05:31
I heard about a guy who worked in a turkey factory. There was a lot of artificial insemination went on and it was his job to, um er, stimulate the turkeys in order to collect the very important bodily fluids,

TB

Hilico
18th Apr 2003, 15:42
I thought that by "Strange jobs" you were referring to what they found once they started sewage-diving.

Uncle Cracker
18th Apr 2003, 16:19
Read somewhere recently about people who work in the adult film industry called fuzzlers or ticklers or summat. Anyway their job is to keep the actors, err, "interested" between takes.

Anthony Carn
18th Apr 2003, 16:39
I once voluntarily helped a neighbour clear a blocked sewer. No thanks for my efforts afterwards, which is typical of my fellow humans.

But the main thing is that I have'nt been able to face sweetcorn ever since. It was the uniquely recognisable thing in all the "mess". Strange, that.

So how these diver guys get on, I don't know. :yuk:

tony draper
18th Apr 2003, 17:03
Lots of weird job titles have dissapeared, what about

Sagger makers bottom knocker.

Wheeltapper and shunter.

In Tudor time they had people whos trade was to go about the streets collecting dog poo, this was used in medicine, cloth dying and the making of gunpowder.
The more observant prooners may have noticed a white powdery deposite on the surface of old dog poo , this I am reliably informed is salt peter, or potassiun nitrate.
These folks did have a title but I forgot it now, google has let me down on this one, it returns many pages on dog poo,but as yet has failed to come up with the title for dog poo collectors.
Mr ORAC!!!!!

:uhoh:

ORAC
18th Apr 2003, 20:52
Saltpetre was collected from compost heaps Mr Draper. The heaps were left to rot for several months and then a lye made from wood ashes was poured over them. The wood ashes contained potash, which reacted with the nitrates in the heap to form the saltpetre. The process was the one of the main reasons for royalty owning, and planting, forests. During the Civil War whole forests were set aside for no other use than to supply the leaves and grasses to build compost heaps to produce saltpetre for ammunition.

redsnail
18th Apr 2003, 21:40
Uncle Cracker,
They are known as "Fluffers".
The actor doesn't usually talk to them much, usually because the fluffer's mouth's full.
:ok:

Uncle Cracker
19th Apr 2003, 00:23
Ta reddo, hee hee hee!
(Still like the sound of a tickler meself...:E)

flowman
19th Apr 2003, 05:44
First job I ever 'ad was as a Roustabout.
Opened my first bank account when I was promoted.
When asked what was my occupation, enjoyed telling the bank manager "Roughneck"
Never did make it to "Monkey Man" or "Deck Pusher":(

flowman

greybeard
19th Apr 2003, 08:35
Always told my Mum I was a piano player in a brothel,
she would never have believed I was a Pilot.

Boom Boom.

:p

SixStarAnsett
19th Apr 2003, 16:11
I saw a TV program years ago (1999 I think) about bad jobs. There were some pretty nasty jobs there, such as maggot farmer (I think it had to do with garden compost production and sales). However nothing so nasty as a Stud Pig Farmer. Just like Token Bird's post, however a male pig instead of a turkey.

Eww. :yuk:

An artistic reproduction of a stud pig:
http://www.artistsfolio.com/adam_oliver/big_george_1.jpg

SixStarAnsett :)

SLF
19th Apr 2003, 19:05
CNN recently put up a "Saddam's double expert", not a vacancy my school's career department had on its books. ;)

witchdoctor
19th Apr 2003, 23:57
Erection supervisor is always one guaranteed good for a giggle when it comes up in the local paper (oooer).

Joe Bolt
20th Apr 2003, 00:10
I saw something on the TV a while back about the 'Rat Catchers'
in Bombay. The only equipment they were issued with was a battery powered torch and a long bamboo pole. Their method was to dazzle the rat with the light from the torch, and then bash it on the head with the bamboo pole. Each of the catchers had to collect 20 rats per evening. Shortfalls could be made up with the help of colleagues who had returned with more than the required amount, after a particularly successful night's work.

The catchers actually considered themselves to be lucky to be in such employment; i.e. government work, regular pay, with benefits and the prospect of promotion.

OldAg84
20th Apr 2003, 00:38
I still have a card I collected-

Title

Brineyard Supervisor.........at the local pickle factory..

saw another..

Semi-Volatile Chemist- so I asked him, "does that mean you only get pissed-off half the time?" Apparently. :O