Landscape maintenance: I HATE yard work. Big shock! That's the number one reason I'm so happy living in a nice apartment instead of owning my own home, as I did for 35+ years. Watching those guys mow and edge and rake the grounds, all sweating and dirty, brought me flashbacks of the bad old days. Yuck!
Movers: I would just fall on my sword Hari Kari-style if I knew that every morning when I woke up I was going to have to pick up 50 tons of furniture, a hundred pounds at a time. All day. In the Texas heat, or during a New England winter. (Wonder what their back-doctor bills are?)
OK, this one is going to get me sliced, diced, and filleted: Stay-at-home mom. I know, I know....it's far-and-away the best environment for a child to be raised in. But for someone used to reading, thinking, trying to solve problems, or better yet, recognizing and remedying small things before they become big problems, playing patty-cake and imitating pig and cow sounds all day just sounds brain atrophying. (Have you seen that nasty stuff that goes in, and comes out*, of little kids? Ewwww!) That "mommy hormone" must be some powerful stuff!
All this said....a big thank you to the guys that make my neighborhood a nicer place to live in, the movers who spare me my one-and-only back, and the moms who are raising our next generation of thinkers, leaders, problem solvers, and just plain nice people.
You're up....what are some of your worst nightmare jobs?
S
*Yes, helping with three daughters, I've changed a mountain of dirty diapers and cleaned up gallons of pre-mushed green-pea baby food puke. It's a trauma I still can't shake. But they turned out to be awesome ladies, so it was worth it. ;)
