DIRTY JOBS!
It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s got to do it” is a phrase often used regarding performing duties that are anything but pleasant. For instance being a sewer worker is not on the top of the hope lists of many, unless you are “The Honeymooner’s Ed Norton, or a member of a rodent family. The phrase is also used sarcastically for those things that are pleasant experiences. For example, waterskiing nude with Jennifer Anniston would be a welcome chore to many a man, but of course, we’d force ourself to do it.
There is actually a program on the Discovery Channel devoted to bringing you less than stellar jobs which are performed each episode by the lively host, Mike Rowe. Their program brings you such activities as working in a rock quarry, digging caves for wine, and a perennial favorite, Yak farming. Now of course there are plenty of jobs Mr. Rowe performs that involve, mud, dust, dirt and waste.
In everyday life there are some pretty monotonous work most of us have to put up with, but sweeping the floor or scrubbing the bathroom toilet with a toothbrush is about as far as it goes. Now mind you, if that sweeping involves using the family dog as the dust-mop, or utilizing your annoying little brother’s toothbrush for the bathroom, then it is not so unbearable. Actually it can involve a little bit of snickering on your part.
Traversing under the house in a crawlspace can be pretty bothersome, but its nothing compared to getting caught in your parent’s bedroom closet while searching for dad’s porno magazines or mom’s special marital aids. It’s much worse if you hear them coming, hide in the closet, and then dear ol’ mom and dad, thinking you are out of the house, decide to “get it on.” By the way, that’s the phrase that their generation used for it “back in the day.” Timeline-wise, that would be somewhere between the disappearance of the dinosaurs and the invention of dirt. Having to endure “the moves of the ancients” can be life altering if the closet is one of those with slats in the door.
One of the dirtiest jobs I ever dealt with was at gunpoint from a woman named Melissa, who practically attacked unusual parts of my body while I rested under a banyan tree in the Caribbean. Now that is pressure, but she certainly could perform being a dirty girl, and luckily finding the right dirty white boy for her antics. Not so comical but definitely a point loss for the heavenly bound.
One of the hardest jobs to achieve is to make people laugh. For every five tries you might get a snicker. Try for ten and you might get someone to really relieving stress with laughter. At my house I’m the funny one. Ever sarcastic, and with a captive audience, I can perpetrate humor upon my housemates until they either laugh, or throw me into the nearest wishing-well. Naturally the well is dry, and I’m too big for it, so once they realize their mistake, guilt will set in, and they’ll eventually have to find a troupe of Amish barn builders to gather the team of mules and pull me to safety. I know the fanfare, and it will be on every network. Until then, I’m just stuck here typing away on my laughter, trying to get a rise out of you. It’s a dirty filthy place to be working from. Then again, it’s a dirty job and somebody’s got to do it!
There is actually a program on the Discovery Channel devoted to bringing you less than stellar jobs which are performed each episode by the lively host, Mike Rowe. Their program brings you such activities as working in a rock quarry, digging caves for wine, and a perennial favorite, Yak farming. Now of course there are plenty of jobs Mr. Rowe performs that involve, mud, dust, dirt and waste.
In everyday life there are some pretty monotonous work most of us have to put up with, but sweeping the floor or scrubbing the bathroom toilet with a toothbrush is about as far as it goes. Now mind you, if that sweeping involves using the family dog as the dust-mop, or utilizing your annoying little brother’s toothbrush for the bathroom, then it is not so unbearable. Actually it can involve a little bit of snickering on your part.
Traversing under the house in a crawlspace can be pretty bothersome, but its nothing compared to getting caught in your parent’s bedroom closet while searching for dad’s porno magazines or mom’s special marital aids. It’s much worse if you hear them coming, hide in the closet, and then dear ol’ mom and dad, thinking you are out of the house, decide to “get it on.” By the way, that’s the phrase that their generation used for it “back in the day.” Timeline-wise, that would be somewhere between the disappearance of the dinosaurs and the invention of dirt. Having to endure “the moves of the ancients” can be life altering if the closet is one of those with slats in the door.
One of the dirtiest jobs I ever dealt with was at gunpoint from a woman named Melissa, who practically attacked unusual parts of my body while I rested under a banyan tree in the Caribbean. Now that is pressure, but she certainly could perform being a dirty girl, and luckily finding the right dirty white boy for her antics. Not so comical but definitely a point loss for the heavenly bound.
One of the hardest jobs to achieve is to make people laugh. For every five tries you might get a snicker. Try for ten and you might get someone to really relieving stress with laughter. At my house I’m the funny one. Ever sarcastic, and with a captive audience, I can perpetrate humor upon my housemates until they either laugh, or throw me into the nearest wishing-well. Naturally the well is dry, and I’m too big for it, so once they realize their mistake, guilt will set in, and they’ll eventually have to find a troupe of Amish barn builders to gather the team of mules and pull me to safety. I know the fanfare, and it will be on every network. Until then, I’m just stuck here typing away on my laughter, trying to get a rise out of you. It’s a dirty filthy place to be working from. Then again, it’s a dirty job and somebody’s got to do it!
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