Wednesday, October 3, 2012

I Wish for Strength


    Today is day 3 of BlogFest 2012 and Sylvie over at Tree Girly asks what talent I would wish for.  There are many talents I would love to have, but the ones I have chosen today are detrimental for my very survival and tricky because I am unlikely for either to come true.



        If I was going to wish knowing without a doubt that I was going to get what I wish for I would wish for the ability to eat anything and everything I want and actually lose weight and  I would also wish for super strength.  In case any of you didn’t know I recently got a job working in the cafeteria at my daughter’s school.  Day 3 hit yesterday and I was in charge of trash and it just about killed me off.  The fact that I am still alive to tell the tale and the fact that I did laundry, made supper, helped the kids with their homework, and vacuumed after all this is just down right amazing.  There are 4 lunch periods filled to capacity to deal with and every single period easily fills 9-10 bags of trash.  We are not talking those little bathroom waste baskets.  We are talking those big honking heavy duty trash cans that are almost as big as I am.  I could not only get inside one of these trash bags and lose myself, but I am absolutely certain I could be joined by my husband, kids, dogs, and cat as well.





         Yesterday baked beans were on the menu and I swear not one of those kids ate that crap.  They came single file past the line of 8 trash cans banging their tray on each and every single one in an attempt to get those nasty beans to release the death grip they had on the tray.  It looked like chunks of vomit.   After a while, I could even imagine it smelled like chunks of vomit.   You have to keep on your toes and make sure the bags are only filled half way so you have any chance in hell of surviving what comes next.  My mentor told me to keep a close eye out in case one of the little darlings happen to miss the trash can and slop the crap on the floor.  I looked at her incredulously.  I mean you have got to be fucking kidding me!!  There I said it.   At 5’0, most of these kids are taller I am in 5th and 6th grade.  They are like mutants that got too close to a vat of radioactive goo.  Sometimes I hate being short!!  I can’t see diddly squat what is going on at their feet as they charge past.

         After the natives have gone, I have to hustle, tie the bags, load them in this big, honking cart and race them down to the dumpster.  This actually might not be bad if it was a straight shot.  Oh hell no!  You are going down hill with a cart the size of an elephant’s a$$ loaded for bear trying to not take out some foolish soul that has the stupidity to be ambling along in your way.  Don’t they know I don’t have a license for this trash cart from hell?  They should value their lives, because with that runaway cart from hell I surely don’t.  I am too busy trying not to crash.    Nothing before prepared me for what greeted me when I reached the dumpsters.  There is a little metal door on the side for my convenience that I nearly ripped half of my guts out to get open.  Since I am short and not especially the strong woman of the world type I have to lean my whole body into this area to hurl the bags to the very back.  You have to hold your breath.  The stench alone inside could stop an 8 day clock.  I about tossed my cookies before I ever got my face inside.  It is worse than any monumental fart that could be dealt.  I am seriously considering smuggling a can of febreze out there with me so I can stomach it.  Still thinking about where I could stick that and not get caught.  I am sure they would consider that contraband.



           The return trip is lighter, but it is uphill all the way.   I did that round trip 4 times yesterday and by the last one I began praying that I would die right then and there so I wouldn’t have to face the sweeping and mopping that was sure to come.  I did all of it.  I could not get my breath.  I actually felt bad that when it was ten till 2:00 PM, I only had a mere half of the lunch room mopped.  The other girls grabbed mops and joined me and finished the rest in no time.  I felt like a complete A$$ and failure.  It was the first time I had ever done trash and even though everyone assured me that I would get used to it, I hung my head in defeat when I went home.   If you asked me any other day, my wishes for talent may have been different.  To think I am slapping on a happy face and getting ready to go back for more!!  The problem is, I would rather die than give up.  Today I wish for strength and the ability to eat anything my heart desires and still lose weight until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.



16 comments:

  1. That strength thing? I need a bit of that myself. Nothing makes me madder than trying to do something alone and not being strong enough to make it happen. Upper body strength and now at this age, even my core strength is dwindling. I know the answer is exercise, but I'd rather take a beating,in fact, they are the same thing.

    I can't help but wonder though, do ya think that is the best job for you right now? Maybe it's a bit too much strain for right now? Just worrying about you, a little. You need to get healthy and not keel over on the job.

    And the eating what you want thing, well, you can just in small amounts. :-) AFTER you reach your goal weight and your doc is happy. ♥

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    1. Jo, I don't really know if it is of not but it is the job I have so I am making the best of it. All the exercise should help me lose weight if nothing else does. If I am meant to keel over I will, and if I am meant to handle it I will. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your comments!

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  2. I wish I could gorge on yummy food and still lose weight :)You are doing an admirable job but it sounds kind of tough. Just saying...

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    1. Sulekkha, I am doing the best I can and hoping that all my effort and sacrifice will make a difference. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments!

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  3. great post. I guess you won't be having baked beans any time soon for dinner:)

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    1. Sandra,the ole fart beans never have been a favorite of mine. After that little experience you can bet I won't. Ha Ha LOLOLOL Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments!

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  4. I was laughing sooo hard reading this. You are such a great writer! But that said, your doctor doesn't want you doing strenuous activity and this sounds extremely hard and severe. Please please please be careful!!

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    1. JoJo, I am trying to just get through it at my own pace. Today was a lot easier because everyone pitched in and got things done. I wasn't so much on my own. Thank you for stopping by, reading, and for your kind comments and concern.

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  5. Kathy - you worked hard and did your very best - NO FAILURE there! It does sound strenuous, but you know yourself and what you can handle - but be gentle... And if you do get that wish about the eating anything and still lose weight, well you tell that Genie that there are plenty more of us in line waiting to talk to him!

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    1. Amy, it is fast paced and you are right, I did do my best. Today I paced myself and things went a lot better. My co-workers are a great bunch of girls. As far as the eating anything and losing weight, I will send that little genie your way! :D Thank you for stopping by and for your encouraging words. I appreciate them. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments!! ♥

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  6. Kathy-- I know you will make the best of your job situation. I think if it does become too much to handle at any point, you should speak up for yourself and politely let them know you need help. They sound like a great group of people--I'm guessing someone would jump in. Take care of you first--and I'm thinking once you get into your groove on this job--it will all work out for the best! Cheers, Jenn.

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    1. Jenn, I will do my best. I had to do what I had to do. At least I have proved to myself that I could do it and that in itself was half the battle. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments! ♥

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  7. I am speechless ... I wonder if you could split the load or perhaps a roller that can help you out. In any case, one good thing coming out of this would be --I can see muscle in your arms pretty soon. Yes?

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    1. Journey of Life, unfortunately there isn't time to make two trips. A little more muscle and a little less flab would be a good thing!! Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments! ♥

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  8. Wishing for strength to meet the responsibilities of life is quite remarkable. May hat's off to you girl!!!

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    1. Betty, It is about any of us can do with what we are dealt in this life. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments! ♥

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