Delivered a load of cardboard boxes to a pig plant once. Somewhere in Texas, I think, but I don't remember for sure. Anyway, it was summer and they had the windows open. I was outside doing a drop and hook, and I could hear the pigs squeal with assembly-line precision. Every few seconds there would be another one. I got out of there ASAP.
I like meat, and my body likes meat. I tried being a vegan for several months and I was simply too sick to continue. But I don't want any part of the butchering process. Call me an ostrich- I admit it, I'll stick my head in the sand any day. If it's unpleasant, I want no part of it. Period. I never went back to any meat processing plant again.
I left there, went over to the truck stop, and called Laurie (my girlfriend at the time) on the phone. I told her about it and asked, "how can anyone stand to work there?" She just said, "I don't know." I don't know, either.