I worked at a fish pier right out of high school during the summer. My best friend's family owned it.
making 9.50 in 1990 at 18 was a pretty good gig.
We basically shoveled ice onto the fish/totes, after they were weighed right off the boat.
Well that wasn't the bad part. Every once in a while, boats would come in with these fish called whiting.
They were these tiny little fockers and we had to stand in front of a conveyor belt and put the fish in the right position, so this saw would chop their heads off.