When I started working in the commercial fishing industry back in the mid 80's, I started, as you might imagine, right at the very bottom.
There were two "choice" spots-the slime line, which is self explanatory, and down in the hold of the fishing boats bringing in the product... Neither
were exactly pleasant. Long hours. Sometimes in freezing cold salt water--for those who don't know, the point at which salt water freezes is
uncomfortably lower than fresh water (uncirculated it's around 28 to 29 degrees F, circulated, it can be much lower than that). Dirty, slimy fish
innards, along with the blood.
It's not a job for the weak willed. Short days were 12-14 hours. Long ones could be 20 to 22 hours--just enough time to go shower, or catch a quick
power nap. Days off? What are those??? You get a day off when the season ends. Cod season could run from January to late April/early May. By
then, Salmon season is beginning to ramp up. June through late September. Then late Cod season, or Pollock season opens, Late September through
early November. In between those, or running concurrently with them, were the various old style fishing derbies. Herring. Halibut. During a derby,
you go out and catch as much as your boat can safely, or unsafely in many cases, carry.
Imagine, if you will, the amount of back breaking labor involved with 14-15 million pounds of Cod waiting to be processed, and a dozen or more boats
with several hundred thousand pounds of halibut, or herring, waiting to be off loaded and processed... Nightmarish isn't too strong a term. But it's
what's involved in bringing fish to your local super market.
So for about a month, month and a half, there's little active processing going on...but machinery has to be repaired, or replaced--new processing
equipment for new ventures needs installing. All the product needs to be shipped out to make room for new product. But those are shorter days,
sometimes as few as ten hours, or even shockingly, 8 hours.
Time enough to heal up. Catch up on the sleep. Actually get out and about somewhere other than your bunk, and the work place...
I did that for about two years, working my ass off, learning other things so that when opportunity arose to move up, I could.
When I left the industry, I was making considerably more than the workers on the lines. But the stress level remained about the same--though not in
nature. I was, instead, dealing with buyers who thought nothing of calling me, or my people, to the phone in the middle of my night...
I still got to work in the ankle deep salt water, and the 0 degree storage freezers, and in the -35, or colder, IQF freezers. But then I could go up
to my warm, relatively speaking, office and do several more hours, usually over 8 or nine in addition to the hours spent on the production floor doing
paperwork or dealing with those buyers sitting in their offices in Oslo, or Tokyo, London, where ever.
Oddly enough, I wouldn't trade those days for anything. I learned what a days work
really is. Even now, some twenty years after I left the
industry...an 8 hour day seems short to me.
I know what those sorts of hours can do to a person, but it's part and partial to learning the trade from the bottom up. You start at the bottom, and
learn and work your way up.
While I understand it, my sympathy is somewhat limited. You want to work in that business...that's part of it.
edit on 3/25/2021 by seagull
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