My job is kinda like being in Fight Club b/c you know the 1st Rule is no one can talk about it. Most of the stuff that happens at work I can't even talk about, let alone post. But here's an exception I think.
One afternoon I was helping out a co-worker by copying documents & preparing them for use as trial exhibits. One of the office staff expressed amazement that I would do that, which I eventually figured out that he thought such mundane labor was somehow beneath me. At the time I just gave him the Spock raised eyebrow...but later I thought of what I should've told him:
Dude I grew up on a farm and my mother cleaned houses. If I ain't got my arm up a cow's ass or cleaning someone else's toilet, it ain't really work to me.
Like I tell my kids all the time, there's no shame in an honest day's work for an honest wage.
It is, however, a great incentive to get an education so you don't have to do those things anymore.
WildChild starting singing along with a commercial for Huckleberry Hound this morning:
Oh my darlin'
Oh my darlin'
Oh my darlin'
Whats-her-name
And he's been singing it like that ever since.
Heehee.