My step dad moved me into the "insulation" division. This basically meant I was the guy stuffing bails of ground up newspaper into a big blower bin mounted in the bed of an old Chevy truck. By the end of the day (summer time) I looked like a paper mache person because the fine paper stuck to my sweat <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />