So You Think Your Day Was Bad? It Wasn’t...
Today was Thursday, which means we get our porta-crapper cleaned. Thursday is a happy day for the workers, because our Palace of Solitude is properly restored, and we can go about our business as hygienically as possible.
Seeing the truck pull up made me think about my position in life a little bit. After he arrived, it didn’t really matter what happened the rest of the day, my day at work couldn’t possibly be worse than his.
When he pulls up every Thursday, the Mexicans on the job all smile at each other and say, “Shitty-job.” Everyone knows, as soon as they see the truck rumble to the curb, that although some of the things they have to do may be difficult, boring, or tedious, at least they don’t have to clean up fecal matter all day.
The Can-Cleaning Man literally deals with crap every day. Even on his best day at work, EVER, he still has to clean up someone else’s mess; that has to be difficult to accept.
Now, don’t misunderstand me, I am by no means seeking to disrespect the brave souls who keep our Johnny-On-The-Spot’s clean. They perform a job that I would NEVER have the intestinal fortitude to sign up for. Those people deserve our undying adoration for the vital function that they perform.
So, as I contemplated the man cleaning up our best work, my mind inevitably wandered to his wife. Not in a sexual way mind you, but wondering what kind of woman he goes home to every night.
There are a lot of women in the world that will clean the brown stains out of your clothes, and if you have one, you should thank her once in a while. However, the throne-washing man has to find a woman that is kind-hearted enough to clean other people’s stains out of his clothes, and that is an entirely different kind of love.
Remember, no matter how bad your day is going, it could be worse; you could be cleaning up dookie. If you happen to be reading this and your job involves cleaning up dookie, my hat goes off to you.
Weight
I finished the day out at 175 pounds. I think the workout is definitely starting to show results. I looked online tonight, and doing carpentry work can burn up to 5-600 calories, an hour. That is definitely significant. It is like being in a gym on the stair machine for nine hours a day. Although I won’t see hot chicks at work like the fitness center, I get to use power tools, and that’s not half bad.
Seeing the truck pull up made me think about my position in life a little bit. After he arrived, it didn’t really matter what happened the rest of the day, my day at work couldn’t possibly be worse than his.
When he pulls up every Thursday, the Mexicans on the job all smile at each other and say, “Shitty-job.” Everyone knows, as soon as they see the truck rumble to the curb, that although some of the things they have to do may be difficult, boring, or tedious, at least they don’t have to clean up fecal matter all day.
The Can-Cleaning Man literally deals with crap every day. Even on his best day at work, EVER, he still has to clean up someone else’s mess; that has to be difficult to accept.
Now, don’t misunderstand me, I am by no means seeking to disrespect the brave souls who keep our Johnny-On-The-Spot’s clean. They perform a job that I would NEVER have the intestinal fortitude to sign up for. Those people deserve our undying adoration for the vital function that they perform.
So, as I contemplated the man cleaning up our best work, my mind inevitably wandered to his wife. Not in a sexual way mind you, but wondering what kind of woman he goes home to every night.
There are a lot of women in the world that will clean the brown stains out of your clothes, and if you have one, you should thank her once in a while. However, the throne-washing man has to find a woman that is kind-hearted enough to clean other people’s stains out of his clothes, and that is an entirely different kind of love.
Remember, no matter how bad your day is going, it could be worse; you could be cleaning up dookie. If you happen to be reading this and your job involves cleaning up dookie, my hat goes off to you.
Weight
I finished the day out at 175 pounds. I think the workout is definitely starting to show results. I looked online tonight, and doing carpentry work can burn up to 5-600 calories, an hour. That is definitely significant. It is like being in a gym on the stair machine for nine hours a day. Although I won’t see hot chicks at work like the fitness center, I get to use power tools, and that’s not half bad.
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