Fun with bone saws.
When I am home sitting in my one chair and watching World War II documentaries on The Military Channel, I often wonder what job could be worse than mine? I have come up with an answer. That answer is: Civil War Battlefield Surgeon.
Yup, being knee deep in blood, body parts and beards had to have been worse than copying and pasting all day long. I know what you're thinking: "Eric, sawing off shattered limbs all day sounds exciting." Yes, it does have a certain morose attraction. Let's see what an actual battlefield surgeon has to say about it. Here is a nice quote from eHistory.com: "We operated in old blood-stained and often pus-stained coats, we used undisinfected instruments from undisinfected plush lined cases. If a sponge (if they had sponges) or instrument fell on the floor it was washed and squeezed in a basin of water and used as if it was clean"
Yumaay. What a 'bedside manner' you would have to have. Actually, it would be like being a barber. They would say things like: "If gangrene develops, come back and I can trim a little more off."
So next time you're sitting in your little gray cubicle, take a moment and reflect upon those poorly trained bearded men hacking off some poor bastard's extremities, and tell yourself, "At least I can get to Facebook at work."