I have experienced some dirty jobs in my life (or at least witnessed them). Even if they are not considered “real jobs” I am going to list them. These are some crazy experiences, and I hope that you can relate to some. 🙂
5. Cleaning out the cat litter box
It stinks, it’s clumpy (I hope you got that clumpy kitty litter!), emphasis on it stinks (!) – Face it: It’s not that bad, but when you trip over it by walking backwards after dumping out a kitty litter box for fresh kitty litter, it’s yucky. >.>
4. Taking care of an ill sibling
Though it is out of love, when they vomit, it isn’t the prettiest thing. Cleaning it up is the worst since it is not your own. Hand sanitizer comes in handy. Then again, when does it not? I try to always have hand sanitizer on me (in my purse).
3. Testing a new lake
How does it feel? Is it fun to swim in? If you don’t think this is a “dirty job”, ask a child. My cousin Shane and I were younger [than 19 and 16] when our Uncle Roddy’s backyard lake was finished being dug. It rained the night before, and that was enough to fill it. I remember Shane and I were so muddy that Mimi hosed us off before we went inside to shower. One of us showered, and the other took a bath. I don’t remember who it was.
I think I was in second grade, because I lived here in second grade. If not, then I was on vacation for something – Spring Break, maybe?
2. Being a daycare teacher
Snotty noses, being bit and constantly changing dirty diapers is not exactly my cup of tea. However, it does pay, and playing with babies and little kids is a blast. …Until they bite you, pick their nose, sneeze and/or dirty their diaper.
1. Rescuing kittens
On Tuesday, if someone would have told me I was going to crawl under the house again the next day, I would not have believed them. -.-
My oldest younger brother Isaac and I crawled around under my mom’s house the other day. Like I said in my previous kitty-rescue post, my mom has a mobile home. If you still don’t know what I mean, read about it here. 😛
It wasn’t until we’d caught the biggest one (Buster, I think they named him) that my mom blurted out that there is most likely urine and feces from the kittens and other animals under there. Smart one, Mom. Let’s just say I didn’t go under the house again. In another six months, if something like this happens again, I might go under. But to be honest, I would rather wait the kitten(s) came out with the momma cat, because I was dirty when the job was through. I had spider webs in my mouth and all over me – I wouldn’t doubt I had spiders in my hair, too. Who’s to say I did not?
I showered as soon as I arrived home. Twice. I think I washed my hair three times? I don’t remember how long afterward, but I received a text message from my mom. Isaac caught the last kitten! Her name is Lucy, she is the smallest, and she has the longest bobbed tail.
Now we have to catch the momma cat to prevent this chaos happening again in the next six months! I think we are going to use a trap. But don’t worry, we’ll use a Havahart® Live Animal Trap. 😉