Now, I keep a mental list of the jobs I will never do.

The wolves may be huffing and puffing, but I cannot imagine I will ever, EVER be a garbageman. You know how, in August, the garbage practically takes itself out? You couldn't pay me enough to deal with that for more than the 30 seconds it takes to saturate the writhing mass of stink with RAID.
I will never be an appliance repairman. I fix my own appliances (grudgingly) because I am too :ahem: frugal to pay someone else $60/hour to do a job I am capable of doing myself. Doesn't mean I like doing it, and I'm not proud of some of the new words my kids have learned, but there it is.
And today, I added to my list. I will never work for one of those "fast-food" maid chains. I don't think I'm quite what they're looking for, anyway. First off, I have moral objections to using the same rag to wipe down someone's kitchen counter that I previously used to wipe down

*I don't know if this is ACTUALLY the case or not. A friend of mine in college, who worked for a maid chain in the summer, swore that they had as part of their cleaning kit, a single "wet" rag, and a single "dry" one. You get placed on two jobs a day, you've only got one rag? You do the math. ::shudder::
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In Barbara Ehrenreich book Nickel and Dimed, she talked about using the same rag in the bathrooms and kitchen too. Also talked about how they claim their maids wash floors the old fashion way on their hands and knees. But the maids were told to only use a cup of water so the floor would dry quickly. And that basicly they were stiring the dirt around. yuck.
I have secretly wanted to be a garbage collector. Well, I have been a public garbage picker on more than several occasions. I am afraid that if I had the job, I'd have to hire someone to go behind the truck with a UHaul for the good stuff. I did think about that business of hauling off people's stuff when I got divorced but I didn't follow through with it. Garbage is fascinating--well, maybe more recycling than "actual garbage"!
cleaning--ugh. I could care less.
My uncle used to be a "sanitation engineer" and brought home all sorts of treasures for his long-suffering wife. I use the term treasures loosely... Thanks, but I'll pass.
My MIL worked for such a place, she took her own rags!
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