Welcome to the DORK Side, where we’re contemplating the fine line between a 'career' and a 'darwinian plea.'

Today, we’re exploring the jobs that make your 'high-stakes' marketing meeting look like a game of patty-cake. Let’s start in the era before OSHA was a glimmer in a bureaucrat’s eye, when danger wasn't just part of the job—it was the job description. We’re talking about the professions where your life insurance provider would hang up on you. The lion tamer, staring into the eyes of 400 pounds of muscle and instinct that thinks your face is a welcome mat.

The Victorian-era 'tosher,' wading through raw sewage in dark tunnels, hoping to find lost coins and not a runaway plague. These weren't just jobs; they were daily auditions for a posthumous Darwin Award. It was a time when the employee handbook was just a single, handwritten note that said, 'Try not to die.' We romanticize them now, but the only 'benefit package' was the possibility of a closed-casket funeral

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