Once upon a time, for a brief period, I was employed as a 'fettler' and used to fettle all night (I was working night shift). Not a fun job where I worked and was glad to be promoted to a pickler and finally a dipper after a short while, although occasionally I had to help the jiggers out too.
A little humour re - fettler, pickler etc -- received this from an old pal from apprentice days who's now in Canada : -
Yossel Zelkovitz worked in a
Polish pickle factory.
For many years, he had a powerful, almost uncontrollable desire to put his penis in the
pickle slicer. Unable to stand it any longer,
he finally sought professional help from the
factory psychologist.
After six months of intense therapy, however, the frustrated therapist gave up. He then advised Yossel to go ahead and do it, otherwise he would probably never have any peace of mind. The next day Yossel came home from work very early.
His wife, Sacha, became alarmed and wanted to know what had happened. For the first time, Yossel tearfully confessed to her his tormenting desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. He went on to explain that today he finally went ahead and did it, and he was immediately fired.
Sacha gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly yanked down his pants and shorts only to find a completely-intact penis. She looked up and said, "I don't understand. What about the pickle slicer?”
Yossel replied, “I think she got fired, too.”