Liquid Chicken posted:

LOL. I worked as a field tech / field archaeologist for twenty years - so many ticks, poison ivy, yellow jackets/ground bees, black widow spiders in the screens, venomous snakes, crazy rear end co-workers, drunk or drugged or both at the same time co-workers, lovely motels, lovely motel room shared with a co-worker of the type mentioned earlier, paid dick, having to keep receipts for all your food in hopes of reimbursement for that $20/day per diem, work in temp ranges from -20 F to 110F, and smell like a mix of dirt, sweat and Deet. CRM field archaeology is one of the most cursed rear end professions. You do get to dress like an unwashed homeless person for work. Yes office workers look down their noses at the field folk and it's even worse if the archaeology dept. is housing in an engineering firm (gently caress you Louis Berger, Inc., URS, Greenhorne & O'mara and other poo poo engineer firms). Office folk would call us "Sticks & Bones" as well as Raggamuffins as if we strolled out of the Charles Dicken's novel.

For the curse tax - 2003 Secaucus, NJ. Aerial photo of the burial removal project for an exit ramp to a train station. We removed over 4,500 bodies by hand. This was a potter's field - burials of the damned. Unknowns picked up dead off the streets, prisoners, asylum patients, poorhouse residents, orphans, smallpox hospital patients and anyone else unwanted. You can see the grave shafts in the pic - two burials per shaft. We worked from the cold of winter, through the heat of summer and end in the fall. So much loving mud - much of it contaminated with a witches's brew of chemicals (hey! it's New Jersey!). At one point we excavated skeletons from under the supports of the NJ turnpike. Most of us lived in an Extended Stay hotel for this time period. Lots of booze, drugs, parties, cook outs and hook ups on our off hours. I even met my wife here (dig buddies). The buildings on the property were from a youth detention center (kiddie prison). Building on the left - where we ate lunch, changed clothes, stored some tools and where banker boxes of skeletal remains were processed. Similar building on the right is where those banker boxes of 4,500+ people were stored until reinternment later on.

Descend to slumber posted:

Here's a sample of recent ones, some are reused from general construction guy memes but still fit the context, others are very archaeology specific, I have spoiler texted my own comments in case you want to enjoy the images without commentary:

Liquid Chicken posted:

LOL. I worked as a field tech / field archaeologist for twenty years - so many ticks, poison ivy, yellow jackets/ground bees, black widow spiders in the screens, venomous snakes, crazy rear end co-workers, drunk or drugged or both at the same time co-workers, lovely motels, lovely motel room shared with a co-worker of the type mentioned earlier, paid dick, having to keep receipts for all your food in hopes of reimbursement for that $20/day per diem, work in temp ranges from -20 F to 110F, and smell like a mix of dirt, sweat and Deet. CRM field archaeology is one of the most cursed rear end professions. You do get to dress like an unwashed homeless person for work. Yes office workers look down their noses at the field folk and it's even worse if the archaeology dept. is housing in an engineering firm (gently caress you Louis Berger, Inc., URS, Greenhorne & O'mara and other poo poo engineer firms). Office folk would call us "Sticks & Bones" as well as Raggamuffins as if we strolled out of the Charles Dicken's novel.

For the curse tax - 2003 Secaucus, NJ. Aerial photo of the burial removal project for an exit ramp to a train station. We removed over 4,500 bodies by hand. This was a potter's field - burials of the damned. Unknowns picked up dead off the streets, prisoners, asylum patients, poorhouse residents, orphans, smallpox hospital patients and anyone else unwanted. You can see the grave shafts in the pic - two burials per shaft. We worked from the cold of winter, through the heat of summer and end in the fall. So much loving mud - much of it contaminated with a witches's brew of chemicals (hey! it's New Jersey!). At one point we excavated skeletons from under the supports of the NJ turnpike. Most of us lived in an Extended Stay hotel for this time period. Lots of booze, drugs, parties, cook outs and hook ups on our off hours. I even met my wife here (dig buddies). The buildings on the property were from a youth detention center (kiddie prison). Building on the left - where we ate lunch, changed clothes, stored some tools and where banker boxes of skeletal remains were processed. Similar building on the right is where those banker boxes of 4,500+ people were stored until reinternment later on.

Liquid Chicken posted:

LOL. I worked as a field tech / field archaeologist for twenty years - so many ticks, poison ivy, yellow jackets/ground bees, black widow spiders in the screens, venomous snakes, crazy rear end co-workers, drunk or drugged or both at the same time co-workers, lovely motels, lovely motel room shared with a co-worker of the type mentioned earlier, paid dick, having to keep receipts for all your food in hopes of reimbursement for that $20/day per diem, work in temp ranges from -20 F to 110F, and smell like a mix of dirt, sweat and Deet. CRM field archaeology is one of the most cursed rear end professions. You do get to dress like an unwashed homeless person for work. Yes office workers look down their noses at the field folk and it's even worse if the archaeology dept. is housing in an engineering firm (gently caress you Louis Berger, Inc., URS, Greenhorne & O'mara and other poo poo engineer firms). Office folk would call us "Sticks & Bones" as well as Raggamuffins as if we strolled out of the Charles Dicken's novel.

For the curse tax - 2003 Secaucus, NJ. Aerial photo of the burial removal project for an exit ramp to a train station. We removed over 4,500 bodies by hand. This was a potter's field - burials of the damned. Unknowns picked up dead off the streets, prisoners, asylum patients, poorhouse residents, orphans, smallpox hospital patients and anyone else unwanted. You can see the grave shafts in the pic - two burials per shaft. We worked from the cold of winter, through the heat of summer and end in the fall. So much loving mud - much of it contaminated with a witches's brew of chemicals (hey! it's New Jersey!). At one point we excavated skeletons from under the supports of the NJ turnpike. Most of us lived in an Extended Stay hotel for this time period. Lots of booze, drugs, parties, cook outs and hook ups on our off hours. I even met my wife here (dig buddies). The buildings on the property were from a youth detention center (kiddie prison). Building on the left - where we ate lunch, changed clothes, stored some tools and where banker boxes of skeletal remains were processed. Similar building on the right is where those banker boxes of 4,500+ people were stored until reinternment later on.

Liquid Chicken posted:

LOL. I worked as a field tech / field archaeologist for twenty years - so many ticks, poison ivy, yellow jackets/ground bees, black widow spiders in the screens, venomous snakes, crazy rear end co-workers, drunk or drugged or both at the same time co-workers, lovely motels, lovely motel room shared with a co-worker of the type mentioned earlier, paid dick, having to keep receipts for all your food in hopes of reimbursement for that $20/day per diem, work in temp ranges from -20 F to 110F, and smell like a mix of dirt, sweat and Deet. CRM field archaeology is one of the most cursed rear end professions. You do get to dress like an unwashed homeless person for work. Yes office workers look down their noses at the field folk and it's even worse if the archaeology dept. is housing in an engineering firm (gently caress you Louis Berger, Inc., URS, Greenhorne & O'mara and other poo poo engineer firms). Office folk would call us "Sticks & Bones" as well as Raggamuffins as if we strolled out of the Charles Dicken's novel.

For the curse tax - 2003 Secaucus, NJ. Aerial photo of the burial removal project for an exit ramp to a train station. We removed over 4,500 bodies by hand. This was a potter's field - burials of the damned. Unknowns picked up dead off the streets, prisoners, asylum patients, poorhouse residents, orphans, smallpox hospital patients and anyone else unwanted. You can see the grave shafts in the pic - two burials per shaft. We worked from the cold of winter, through the heat of summer and end in the fall. So much loving mud - much of it contaminated with a witches's brew of chemicals (hey! it's New Jersey!). At one point we excavated skeletons from under the supports of the NJ turnpike. Most of us lived in an Extended Stay hotel for this time period. Lots of booze, drugs, parties, cook outs and hook ups on our off hours. I even met my wife here (dig buddies). The buildings on the property were from a youth detention center (kiddie prison). Building on the left - where we ate lunch, changed clothes, stored some tools and where banker boxes of skeletal remains were processed. Similar building on the right is where those banker boxes of 4,500+ people were stored until reinternment later on.

Liquid Chicken posted:

LOL. I worked as a field tech / field archaeologist for twenty years -

McGavin posted:

Castor Poe posted:

Ghostlight posted:

pyf bong

Captain Hygiene posted:

#blessed thread is thataway, friend

`Nemesis posted:

nah, he's a racist piece of poo poo, correct thread

Drone_Fragger posted:

All I know about archeology is my best friend somehow seems to have redeveloped London's entire archeology survay system so it's marginally easier and quicker for billionaires to get permission to dig through 600 years of London history to build an underground bird sanctuary/dog grooming mansion/drag strip, because they can easily check to see if the site shares any characteristics with other sites and hence if it's actually worth protecting or not. Seemed very cool.

Humphreys posted:

I have zero problem with billionaires buried in their collapsed basements.

Scratch Monkey posted:

When you first take the top off the bottle shouts “Mazel tov!”

Liquid Chicken posted:

LOL. I worked as a field tech / field archaeologist for twenty years - so many ticks, poison ivy, yellow jackets/ground bees, black widow spiders in the screens, venomous snakes, crazy rear end co-workers, drunk or drugged or both at the same time co-workers, lovely motels, lovely motel room shared with a co-worker of the type mentioned earlier, paid dick, having to keep receipts for all your food in hopes of reimbursement for that $20/day per diem, work in temp ranges from -20 F to 110F, and smell like a mix of dirt, sweat and Deet. CRM field archaeology is one of the most cursed rear end professions. You do get to dress like an unwashed homeless person for work. Yes office workers look down their noses at the field folk and it's even worse if the archaeology dept. is housing in an engineering firm (gently caress you Louis Berger, Inc., URS, Greenhorne & O'mara and other poo poo engineer firms). Office folk would call us "Sticks & Bones" as well as Raggamuffins as if we strolled out of the Charles Dicken's novel.

For the curse tax - 2003 Secaucus, NJ. Aerial photo of the burial removal project for an exit ramp to a train station. We removed over 4,500 bodies by hand. This was a potter's field - burials of the damned. Unknowns picked up dead off the streets, prisoners, asylum patients, poorhouse residents, orphans, smallpox hospital patients and anyone else unwanted. You can see the grave shafts in the pic - two burials per shaft. We worked from the cold of winter, through the heat of summer and end in the fall. So much loving mud - much of it contaminated with a witches's brew of chemicals (hey! it's New Jersey!). At one point we excavated skeletons from under the supports of the NJ turnpike. Most of us lived in an Extended Stay hotel for this time period. Lots of booze, drugs, parties, cook outs and hook ups on our off hours. I even met my wife here (dig buddies). The buildings on the property were from a youth detention center (kiddie prison). Building on the left - where we ate lunch, changed clothes, stored some tools and where banker boxes of skeletal remains were processed. Similar building on the right is where those banker boxes of 4,500+ people were stored until reinternment later on.

RoastBeef posted:

This is about half a mile away from that site:

Yaldabaoth posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYMp3p9L5aE

Dr. Quarex posted:

They are gonna feel silly when they find out that guy was just pulling his shirt up to show off his abs

I did laugh out loud at that group name though. Never saw anything that blatant pop up when actually using Flickr years ago

Descend to slumber posted: