Beast of Burden

about a week ago, during hell week at work, the father of the owner of the company approached me and asked me if i would help with this salvation army thing that was going n the 23rd (today) i said yeah whatever. so i had to go to this place (which turned ot to be what apeared to be a church connected to a hall) to help clean up after what was billed as an "open house" but from what i saw was little more than a bunch of old people stuffing their faces.. whatever.

most of my work was actually doen to help the departing caterer load her van. i had to move a couple crates of glasses to her vn as well as an ice chest and table linens. i also transported 2 boxes of sparkling cider from one dusty cluttered office to another. i was then asked to help set up tables for tomorows bible school. but first, the floor needed to be vacuumed. i guess the guy that i was helping set up tables with decided it was my job to vacuum.. since he went and got the vacuum cleaner.. and then handed it to me. yay. (this is my favorite part) so i turn of this delapidated old hoover.. and a cloud of dust explodes from its bag area. i notice a small hole at the top of the bag area and a steady breeze coming from it. awesome. so im vacuuming with what is not really a vacuum cleaner.. but a vacuum recycler, everything that i ran over with it was subsequently launched straight into the air. unfortunately, i often found my face between the vacuum and the "air." i dunno what the hell i was ackomplishing.. but i did that for a few minutes (while the caterers wrapped up the food. YUM!) and when they were satisfied that the dust had been sufficiently disturbed, we finished setting up the tables and i took a few more things out into the van. took out a couple bags of trash and i was outa there. geez. that was not good times.

i came home to an even dirtier situation... figuratively speaking. blah! im done.