(I took the header picture of a Common Loon resting on a pond in Utah on its way north in June of 2015. It was in transition from winter to summer plumage.)

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Temping, continued

I'm writing this post from a public computer - I don't know when I'll be able to do another typecast.

I got a different temp assignment. This one has me working from Tuesday thru Saturday and thinking fondly of stocking shelves. Yes, that's right. The reason I am thinking fondly of my previous assignment is that this one involves cleaning out dog cages which contain sometimes staggering amounts of feces. Dogsh*t (I'm compromising - trying to keep the blog G-rated, but I can think of no better word for the stuff I encounter daily in those cages) is one of the most noxious substances on the planet: wickedly stinky and often amazingly sticky as well, needing vigorous scrubbing to undo the chemical bonds it forms with the floor.

I've stuck with this job because it's steady work through the summer, and sometimes I get to clean rabbit and cat cages, and I actually have fun with that. I enjoy the dogs sometimes, when I don't have to deal with their by-products.

I still feel that satisfaction of seeing a good cleaning job that I've done. And I get to listen to my walkman. I also think of my wife and soon-to-be-born daughter while I'm working there, and all that helps greatly. If not for these things I wouldn't have lasted two days there.

2 comments:

mpclemens said...

Like it or no, you are preparing yourself for the most toxic substance in the known universe: baby poo. I don't savor cleaning up after my dog, but after diapering my own three offspring, there is little that bothers me now, substance-wise.

I'm just saying.

lorabanora said...

Oh, yeah. I've mucked out cages at pet stores. Everything from puppies (with all that implies) to lizards and spiders. I really came to love animals that only emptied their innards once a week or so.
And I second that comment about diapers. You are being prepared.
Ain't life grand?