Tuesday, January 22, 2008

You Can't Make This Shit Up

So I got home from work today and said, "hey ma, how was your day besides wonderful and invigorating?" And she flashed me a bemused, exasperated look and replied, "today while I was seeing the amputee, and tending to his infected stump, the dog was sniffing my crotch. I look over at other side of the bed and see a mouse crawling up the bedspread, and the cat isn't doing anything about it. So I say to the woman, 'there's a mouse, how come the cat isn't doing anything about it?' and the woman picks up the cat and throws it at the mouse. In the meantime the amputee has shit the bed."

I love my job.

2 comments:

Lacey said...

Oh. My. God.

BitchKitty said...

Yeah, my sister is a teacher's aid for special needs kids (k-6) and spends all day taking shit, literally and figuartively (sp?). And her paycheck? Shit. To her credit she doesn't need the job but she does it because she loves it - shit and all - and I give her all the credit in the world. Thank God for people who deal with the literal shit. Where would we be without them? Remember, there's a good chance that we, or certainly a loved one, will depend on someone to do the real work and "take care shit" on holidays for a lousy salary...
OK, off the soap box. If that cat was salaried it should be fired!