When I was sort of newly married, and had a shiny new smicha, but no distinct life plan, a broad shouldered Rov, an acquaintance of my in-laws told me “young man, stay away from Kashrus, its a dirty filthy business” I sort of knew this, having been “deputized” to stand in for a mashgiach at a time when I had no kelim to be efffective, and them once when I had the keilim, in, believe it or not, a restaurant with a fleishig side, a milchic side, and a pareve middle. So I went into a business with some ordinary filth instead of the spiritual kind. For continuing education, I once was convinced to sell arba minim. I came to the conclusion that any business in religion does not have be, but very well can be a first class ticket to Gehinom.
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