by 82Lebaronconv » Fri Dec 24, 2010 10:48 pm
I think I may have all of you beat as far as having an unusual job.
In 1976, I was an impoverished college student and badly needed a summer job to help pay expenses for the coming fall semester. My mom, who worked for the State of Connecticut at the time, managed to land me a summer job with the state Department of Transportation (DOT). Only problem was that the job was for a Roadkill Collector and paid a grand sum of $2.10 an hour! I have many funny stories from that summer, but one in particular stands out - the time I was nearly flattened by a speeding semi as I attempted to retrieve the body of a dead cat from the center of a busy freeway.
The guys in the DOT called what I was assigned to as the "DA Patrol". We would ride around in big trucks all day looking for dead animals (DA's) to pick up. Our supervisor would also drive around in a state car (an incredibly trashed solid black Dodge Dart that was literally held together with duct tape). and call us over the radio whenever he spotted something. On this particular day, the supervisor called in with a report of a DA in the southbound lane of I-91, just below the Wallingford, CT rest area. We arrived on the scene and immediately spotted a white and black feline lying in the middle of the right lane, obviously quite dead. My driver pulled onto the shoulder and ordered me to go and retrieve the cat. I opened the door and stepped out just as a speeding semi roared past, practically taking the door out of my hand. Had I stepped out one second earlier, I probably would have ended up like that cat. I saw the the semi hit the cat and it flew through the air, just like a bird, landing at least 10 yards away. I started running after it with my shovel, but by the time I got to it, it had been hit several more times and there wasn't a whole lot left. Later, one of the other drivers told me that a few years earlier, a DOT worker had been killed while picking up a large piece of plywood that had fallen off of a truck. A gust of wind blew him into the path of an oncoming tractor trailor, and that was it. That made me feel so much better. Just another day on the DA Patrol. I still can't believe that I agreed to do such a nasty and potentially dangerous job for so little money.