teabag4giggles

I work IT at a college.

Yes I kind of miss it. I love driving, and the main part of that job was driving for long periods of time and stopping at a location for about 10 minutes, repeat. The only part I don't miss is being the yard bitch when my stepmom's dad (the owner) came back. He didn't trust me enough to let me actually go out, and I was stuck picking up trash and mechanic-ing.

On a side note, they wanted their slogan to be "Yesterday's meals on wheels."

Jesus. How can any amount of pussy be worth that. What is wrong with people.

My dad and co-worker were coming in because their tank was full, and I guess that the drain pipe was clogged. My dad went back into the truck and started up the pump but put it in reverse so that it would build up pressure, and waited about 5 minutes.

After he turned off the pump, he went to the back and the co-worker told him, "Okay [my dad], turn the handle slowly." My dad, for whatever reason, decided not to listen to him. He cranks the handle open, and shit ejects out of the tank completely covering the co-worker.

He was completely drenched in shit. In his mouth, his eyes, up his nose, drenched. They still had to go do more sites, but the boss took one look at the co-worker and told him to go home and take a shower because he reeked. He had to drive home, so he also covered the inside of his truck in shit.

TL;DR Dad doesn't listen, covers co-worker in shit.

Being in Wyoming, the wind was a bitch. We always used metal stakes that we pounded into the ground and bailing twine so that they were tight to the ground, but they would occasionally blow over. It really isn't that common. We (usually) serviced them about once a week, so if it did blow over, it would be dried by the time we got to it. We would just switch it out with a clean one and take it back to the yard where (usually me....) could powerwash them out.

I got really good at holding my breath.