@jaremelz The problem with twins is that everyone tells you it gets better at [the next year]. It's like some conspiracy to not tell you the truth. Did things get better at 1y.o.? Possibly. Same with 2 y.o. But I don't think my wife and I felt sane again until 5.
I finally broke my year-long unemployment streak and am now the shameful minimum wage part-time associate at a dollar store.
At the end of the evening shift, I have less than a half-hour to sweep and mop the entire store. We ran out of rock salt and started using cat litter in the parking lot, so people have been tracking in mud and filth for months. The broom is a ragged mongrel, metal and plastic bits keening against the floor as you push it around boxes and skip over the clearance stickers welded to the floor more securely than airplane parts. The mop is a hideous beast, a grimy stick with a broken plastic hand grip whose sharp edges will cut you and probably give you MRSA. The mop head itself is so saturated with dirt that it resembles an earthworm's dreadlocks; dark, muddy brown and smells like rotting anus. The terrifyingly fluorescent yellow floor cleaner is the only thing really helping the situation, but it can only do so much. After mopping approximately three square feet, the water has reached peak dirtiness and the mop is just smearing the dirt around, making me queasy at the facade of cleanliness I must do. The smears from the mop will be visible tomorrow, and all that matters is that their little wage slave followed directions. The store reeks of waste as the filthy mop water dries, spread out on the tiles. Good job, Alice. You just made almost $4.
@macdaddy I think so... Unless poor credit is a problem. Granted, poor credit from student loan issues, not from car loans or anything. I've never been arrested or even, like, looked at wrong by a cop. Never been fired or evicted. Passed a drug test to get the dollar store job.
@HELLOALICE No shame in doing honest work for a living. I'm pulling for your to find something better though. This looks horrendous. Keep your head up and keep looking!
@GRioux i agree, working a legal job is nothing shameful. @HELLOALICE, hold your head high - you deserve at least the minimum respect due an honest human.
The floor under my mom's toilet busted out, because the wax gasket had worn away, and every flush was seeping out into the wood flooring. And the plumber told her he'd drop by next week. To give an estimate. In the mean time, she'd have to walk three blocks to the gas station every time she had to go. So that killed my Saturday night and Sunday. Sewage rotted wood is easily the worst stuff I have touched.
Yes baby in the last week as said before. But I can remember not too long ago having to replace someone's pc. And when I pulled the current pc it smelled so bad and there was "fur" on the pc and table. I thought a mouse had crawled up and exploded or something. Come to find out. The pc had been there for 2 years and about a year and a half ago the user spilled their coffee with creamer and didn't clean under the pc. The fur was mold from the creamer.
I had to fix a run-on sentence with 17 separate independent and dependent clauses. Author had no clue someone had invented the comma. Between verbifying the adjectives, nounifying the verbs, indiscriminate peppering with words that could be used as a noun or verb, improper verb tense and subject/verb agreement, it was everything I could do to un tangle the dangling participles, and rejoin the split infinitives. With IQs averaging in the 140s and masters degrees, they call these people educated? Oh goodness, what a day I had!
I work in my college's cafeteria. On Monday's I work a closing shift in the dishroom. I don't mind the work, and I like the people, but it is a dirty job. The students put their dirty dishes, utensils, cups, dirty napkins, and unwanted leftover food on trays that rotate around to us in the dishroom. Dishes, utensils, and cups make their way to the dishwasher, while napkins and food go straight into the pulper. If you don't know what a pulper is in this context that's okay, I didn't before I started working there. This article explains the whole process pretty well, http://thebottomlinenews.com/the-circle-of-life-sustainability-at-frostburg-dining/ though I'm only involved with the first part of the process.
Then at the end of the night I'm typically the one who cleans out the pulper. The smell is pretty bad but the part that really grosses my out is that I have to reach my hands into places I crevices I can't see to wipe all the food goo out of the pulper. But the smel of the food goo pails in comparison to the smell of the pipes and floor underneath the counter and behind the pupler. You see, the fact of the matter is, the dishroom wasn't designed very well so if food ends up in certain places in the dishroom (which I can assure you it does - it goes everywhere at one point or another) we can't reach it, so it become rancid and then starts to rot. We spray everything down with water as much as we can and then squeegee that into the drains, but the dishroom is never truly clean. The real turning point in the night is when I'm down wiping and shop-vacing the pulper, I spray the whole thing down with bleach. After everywhere I've had my nose, bleach smells like a summer breeze in a meadow somewhere where people have never heard of pulpers and conveyor belts that trap food slim.
But you must know, I volunteered for this shift. I've had this shift before, and I'll probably volunteer for it again. I'm a student worker. Not all student workers, but a lot of them, are lazy and do as little as possible when they come into work. I on the other hand have gained the respect of a lot of the full-time employees because I work as hard as I can. I'm willing to do, and actually do, everything the full-timers do. As a result, I get along with everyone and even though the work is hard, I really do enjoy my job.
I'm a welder, I get dirty every day.
Fiber Optic replace and re-splice.
Clean the litter pan.
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha
11 month old twins who won't sit still while you're changing their diapers. Some changes are messier than others.
@marvelljones I remember those days well. Don't worry though, it gets easier when they turn 5...
@bakerzdosen It was supposed to get better at 5?! Off to track down a certain 13 year old. ....
@jaremelz The problem with twins is that everyone tells you it gets better at [the next year]. It's like some conspiracy to not tell you the truth. Did things get better at 1y.o.? Possibly. Same with 2 y.o. But I don't think my wife and I felt sane again until 5.
Fixing shower drain flange, and replacing washer and dryer... all of which mysteriously broke in the 3 days I was on vacation without my family.
@JerseyFrank That'll teach you to go on vacation without your family!
I'm an airplane mechanic. I suppose this week's skydrol mess counts as vehicle maintenance.
Made some chicken wings. Raw chicken, hot sauce, and flour turn into a pretty disgusting paste.
@metaphore I had them yesterday too but I'm from Buffalo so it's in my DNA.
It's best to respect your hands.
Teaching... do you know how gross children are? Dont get me wrong, they are great. But they touch everything and put their hands everywhere.
I made some wheat paste for paper mache and mixed it with my hands.
I finally broke my year-long unemployment streak and am now the shameful minimum wage part-time associate at a dollar store.
At the end of the evening shift, I have less than a half-hour to sweep and mop the entire store. We ran out of rock salt and started using cat litter in the parking lot, so people have been tracking in mud and filth for months. The broom is a ragged mongrel, metal and plastic bits keening against the floor as you push it around boxes and skip over the clearance stickers welded to the floor more securely than airplane parts. The mop is a hideous beast, a grimy stick with a broken plastic hand grip whose sharp edges will cut you and probably give you MRSA. The mop head itself is so saturated with dirt that it resembles an earthworm's dreadlocks; dark, muddy brown and smells like rotting anus. The terrifyingly fluorescent yellow floor cleaner is the only thing really helping the situation, but it can only do so much. After mopping approximately three square feet, the water has reached peak dirtiness and the mop is just smearing the dirt around, making me queasy at the facade of cleanliness I must do. The smears from the mop will be visible tomorrow, and all that matters is that their little wage slave followed directions. The store reeks of waste as the filthy mop water dries, spread out on the tiles. Good job, Alice. You just made almost $4.
Fuck my life.
@HELLOALICE wow, at least the nastiest bit of my week was a one time thing. I sincerely wish you luck in finding a better job.
@HELLOALICE With word skills like that and ability to follow directions, I'm amazed you can't find a job in the world of words!
@macdaddy Yeah, I'd love to. Don't know where to start, though.
@HELLOALICE Hmmm. Think you could pass a security background investigation?
@macdaddy I think so... Unless poor credit is a problem. Granted, poor credit from student loan issues, not from car loans or anything. I've never been arrested or even, like, looked at wrong by a cop. Never been fired or evicted. Passed a drug test to get the dollar store job.
@HELLOALICE No shame in doing honest work for a living. I'm pulling for your to find something better though. This looks horrendous. Keep your head up and keep looking!
@GRioux i agree, working a legal job is nothing shameful. @HELLOALICE, hold your head high - you deserve at least the minimum respect due an honest human.
@HELLOALICE poor credit not really a problem. I have a few more questions for you that may not be appropriate here.
@HELLOALICE send me an email to this one-time account: 3esw3esw at gmail
@macdaddy Fuchsia
It isn't work if you both enjoy it; but, it is better when dirty.
The floor under my mom's toilet busted out, because the wax gasket had worn away, and every flush was seeping out into the wood flooring. And the plumber told her he'd drop by next week. To give an estimate. In the mean time, she'd have to walk three blocks to the gas station every time she had to go. So that killed my Saturday night and Sunday. Sewage rotted wood is easily the worst stuff I have touched.
Baby.
@applesticker poopy diapers and all. Me too!
Stopping the bleeding of a patient pulled out a ball of scrap metal that was once a car.
Yes baby in the last week as said before. But I can remember not too long ago having to replace someone's pc. And when I pulled the current pc it smelled so bad and there was "fur" on the pc and table. I thought a mouse had crawled up and exploded or something. Come to find out. The pc had been there for 2 years and about a year and a half ago the user spilled their coffee with creamer and didn't clean under the pc. The fur was mold from the creamer.
Just mowing. I have gutters to do, though. And a nearly-overdue borrowed ladder. (sigh).
Installed a stereo system in our minivan. Yep, I'm cool enough to drive a minivan.
And to add to the list: baby.
Plumbing repairs (that still aren't fixed)
Repacked the wheel bearings on my wife's SUV last night. That was pretty dirty.
Playing with a dog. Dirty, muddy, grassy, slobbery red ball.
Changed the spark plugs, ignition coils, and wires on my car. Changing my brakes was a lot dirtier than that was though.
Butchered a couple of stewing hens. This is what happens when your performance eval goes badly in the chicken house. Time to watch "Soylent Green."
I had to fix a run-on sentence with 17 separate independent and dependent clauses. Author had no clue someone had invented the comma. Between verbifying the adjectives, nounifying the verbs, indiscriminate peppering with words that could be used as a noun or verb, improper verb tense and subject/verb agreement, it was everything I could do to un tangle the dangling participles, and rejoin the split infinitives. With IQs averaging in the 140s and masters degrees, they call these people educated? Oh goodness, what a day I had!
I work in my college's cafeteria. On Monday's I work a closing shift in the dishroom. I don't mind the work, and I like the people, but it is a dirty job. The students put their dirty dishes, utensils, cups, dirty napkins, and unwanted leftover food on trays that rotate around to us in the dishroom. Dishes, utensils, and cups make their way to the dishwasher, while napkins and food go straight into the pulper. If you don't know what a pulper is in this context that's okay, I didn't before I started working there. This article explains the whole process pretty well, http://thebottomlinenews.com/the-circle-of-life-sustainability-at-frostburg-dining/ though I'm only involved with the first part of the process.
Then at the end of the night I'm typically the one who cleans out the pulper. The smell is pretty bad but the part that really grosses my out is that I have to reach my hands into places I crevices I can't see to wipe all the food goo out of the pulper. But the smel of the food goo pails in comparison to the smell of the pipes and floor underneath the counter and behind the pupler. You see, the fact of the matter is, the dishroom wasn't designed very well so if food ends up in certain places in the dishroom (which I can assure you it does - it goes everywhere at one point or another) we can't reach it, so it become rancid and then starts to rot. We spray everything down with water as much as we can and then squeegee that into the drains, but the dishroom is never truly clean. The real turning point in the night is when I'm down wiping and shop-vacing the pulper, I spray the whole thing down with bleach. After everywhere I've had my nose, bleach smells like a summer breeze in a meadow somewhere where people have never heard of pulpers and conveyor belts that trap food slim.
But you must know, I volunteered for this shift. I've had this shift before, and I'll probably volunteer for it again. I'm a student worker. Not all student workers, but a lot of them, are lazy and do as little as possible when they come into work. I on the other hand have gained the respect of a lot of the full-time employees because I work as hard as I can. I'm willing to do, and actually do, everything the full-timers do. As a result, I get along with everyone and even though the work is hard, I really do enjoy my job.
@miraclewhispers From the article:
> “We have to clean this tube every night. It’s pretty gross,” he joked.
That wasn't a joke, was it?
@jqubed probably not, but you do have to learn to joke about it otherwise you'll go insane.