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Knee-deep in crap again .....
..... literally, I mean, NOT metaphorically. 5 minutes from finishing my volunteer work today when a woman comes up to the counter and says "I think I just lost my wedding ring in the bin. Can you help me find it?"
*crickets*
Me: I'll help you then. (everybody else is finishing in about two hours time, I might add!)
Dug around for about 15 minutes in the bin but no luck - even though it was a bit messy, at least it was fresh. No luck though and then one of the women who works with me said "Oh, we emptied that bin about twenty minutes ago. It might be in the skip by now."
*crickets*
Me: I suppose I'll look in there then.
The skip is absolutely enormous and I couldn't reach the bag (I'm short any way and this was a particularly high-sided skip). So I did the next best thing - I jumped into the skip. Bad, bad move! There was about 6 inches of primeval sludge in the bottom which immediately filled my shoes. There were about 6 or 8 bags in there so I heaved them all out and said to the woman "You can look in those."
*more bloody crickets*
Me: Well, I guess I'll be doing that then.
So I started searching through each of the bags. I have almost no sense of smell so that didn't worry me but some of the bags were ooooooooooooooooold! Fifth bag in and I found it. WOOHOO! I gave it back to the woman. She looked at me. "Could you wash it for me first?"
*really loud fucking crickets*
Me: Well, I guess I'll be washing that for you then.
So I washed it and then brought it out to her.
Me: Here you go. You might not be so lucky next time.
Her: Oh, there won't be a next time - I was going to hock it this afternoon. Do you think I'll get much for it?
The little voice inside my head said "I hope you find it was FUCKING GOLD-PLATED YOU BASTARD!" but my outside voice said
Me: I'm just glad I could find it for you.
Finished work an hour and 25 minutes late, wrecked a pair of shoes and I still can't get the feeling of grit and sludge off me, even after 3 showers.
I LOVE VOLUNTEERING! REALLY I DO!
*crickets*
Me: I'll help you then. (everybody else is finishing in about two hours time, I might add!)
Dug around for about 15 minutes in the bin but no luck - even though it was a bit messy, at least it was fresh. No luck though and then one of the women who works with me said "Oh, we emptied that bin about twenty minutes ago. It might be in the skip by now."
*crickets*
Me: I suppose I'll look in there then.
The skip is absolutely enormous and I couldn't reach the bag (I'm short any way and this was a particularly high-sided skip). So I did the next best thing - I jumped into the skip. Bad, bad move! There was about 6 inches of primeval sludge in the bottom which immediately filled my shoes. There were about 6 or 8 bags in there so I heaved them all out and said to the woman "You can look in those."
*more bloody crickets*
Me: Well, I guess I'll be doing that then.
So I started searching through each of the bags. I have almost no sense of smell so that didn't worry me but some of the bags were ooooooooooooooooold! Fifth bag in and I found it. WOOHOO! I gave it back to the woman. She looked at me. "Could you wash it for me first?"
*really loud fucking crickets*
Me: Well, I guess I'll be washing that for you then.
So I washed it and then brought it out to her.
Me: Here you go. You might not be so lucky next time.
Her: Oh, there won't be a next time - I was going to hock it this afternoon. Do you think I'll get much for it?
The little voice inside my head said "I hope you find it was FUCKING GOLD-PLATED YOU BASTARD!" but my outside voice said
Me: I'm just glad I could find it for you.
Finished work an hour and 25 minutes late, wrecked a pair of shoes and I still can't get the feeling of grit and sludge off me, even after 3 showers.
I LOVE VOLUNTEERING! REALLY I DO!
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I concur.
Brian: There's no pleasing some people!
ex-leper: That's just what Jesus said sir!
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No bugs this time, though, right?
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