Back to work today, and I made it until 12:30 before I developed a headache. I swear this job is impossible to do well, and everyone we ask to do it is grossly underpaid. It frustrates me to fail their work for stupid mistakes when they spend their entire days successfully shoveling shit for other people who sit there the whole time trying to light it on fire. But… these are our jobs and we choose to keep coming back, so we must like it enough to put up with flaming shit for half the day. At least at the end of it, I get to spend time with my family, hearing about camp and dance class and watching them come in from the backyard completely soaked from playing with the garden hose. If shoveling flaming shit means I get to do more of that, then I guess I’m in. I’ll just stock up on ibuprofen.
