dirty jobs
dedicated to all the people he’s met with dirty jobs
(from mike rowe’s dirty jobs)
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damn this thing is long

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now everyone who’s got a job has got his dues to pay
working for a paycheck and getting through the day
but if you’re bored or otherwise inclined to be a slob
grab some boots and lose that suit and get a dirty job

fight a fire or tread a tire or ride a garbage truck
save a seal or mix a meal or manage miles of muck
misbehave inside a cave with forty million bats
find some friendly roaches in a sewer filled with rats

dirty jobs they’re everywhere just take a look around
down the street or up the stairs or even underground
you don’t need to borrow beg and you don’t need to rob
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job

smelly loads and foul commodes all need to be addressed
chimney sweeps and chicks that beep can make an awful mess
wrangle herds of cranky birds that bite and kick and stomp
mine for gold or dig a hole or navagate a swap

dig for clams or handle ham or work with stinging bees
clean a dump or lift a pump or labor out at sea
run a rig or chase a pig find vomit from an owl
change your course and shoe a horse or reach inside a cow

dirty jobs they’re everywhere just take a look around
down the street or up the stairs or even underground
you don’t need to borrow beg and you don’t need to rob
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job

cleaning skulls collecting balls or working down a drain
killing bugs or picking spuds or separating grain
sweat and toil or drill for oil or tear apart a float
pull a teat or chip concrete or shave an ornery goat

drive a nail replace a rail or disembowel a fish
tackle grime or grow some slime inside a petri dish
tar a roof or clean a hoof or handle posion toads
brew some beer or drag a deer across a busy road

dirty jobs they’re everywhere just take a look around
down the street or up the stairs or even underground
you don’t need to borrow beg and you don’t need to rob
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job

now dirty jobs don’t guarantee a great big pile of loot
there ain’t no perks or fancy cars or golden parachutes
the pension plan is also ran the pay is far from rich
but dirty jobs will keep you far from office politics

so don’t be scared or unprepared to tackle something rank
pick up gum or have some fun inside a septic tank
don’t begrudge a little sludge or working in a pit
but always ask to wear your mask when cleaning pigeon shit

dirty jobs they’re everywhere just take a look around
down the street or up the stairs or even underground
you don’t need to borrow beg and you don’t need to rob
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job
all you’ve got to do is get yourself a dirty job

You just never know.

i hate it, and i hate myself, and all that.

started with a therapist who was so-so but his behavior left something to be desired. checking email, taking phone calls, and dealing with office staff during sessions … is bad. worse, on two occasions the therapist couldn’t be in the office for whatever reason, so rather than call me or offer to schedule a new appointment for me, they took my copay and gave me to another therapist! after the second time that happened i quit going.

but then. then.

i’d paid my copays by debit card authorization. some were on prepaid cards, some were drawn on a checking account. it turned out they’d run the auths on the card, so the funds were held out of my accounts … for a while. but they never completed the transactions, and so the funds were put back into my account.

they finally got around to running the charges through three months later, after i’d long since forgotten about them. because the charges had been authorized by the bank at the time, they went ahead and paid them … and overdrew all three of my accounts, complete with lots of overdraft fees that wouldn’t have happened if the fuckers had run the charges within a day or two of the appointments.

that was the last straw. i won’t accept that shit when it fucks up my finances, which are already jacked enough. i’ve filed a complaint against him with the state licensing board for unprofessional behavior both in-session and with his billing practices.

okay so. onward.

been working on sue’s blog. it looks a lot better than it did. maybe someday it’ll make money for us.

upgrade my blog to wp 2.2. no great comments. at least it didn’t break my theme.

been heavy into trading here. have a metric assload of sources, and i’m supposed to do some hosting for them during the tour. should be fun.

in school. hate economics, taking two of those (money and banking, managerial economics). looking forward to marital and sexual lifestyles. yay, a fun course hopefully. maybe even she will approve.

i still have one elective to select. likely won’t take that until the very end, because it would require me to think.

upgrade to 2.1.3 seems to have gone smoothly for this blog. i sorta broke the other one. oh well.

believe it or not, i have less side effects on 20 mg of the speed than i did on 10.

odd.

love the new psychiatrist. love him. down to earth, doesn’t freak on my job, has a sense of humor, listens to my concerns about meds.

so we’re starting on celexa, which in the same class of drugs as prozac. i’ve had some bad side effects with prozac (most alarmingly, limp willie syndrome), so we’ll see how this goes.

so, he also thinks i show classic symptoms of adhd, which doesn’t surprise me at all.

but the treatment.

oh.

my.

FUCKING.

god.

he gave me speed.

he gave me lots of it.

and he gave me permission to self-adjust.

whoa. i wasn’t a speed junkie, i was a plain old alcoholic. holy motherfucking crap, where was this shit when i was using? you can get this from a DOCTOR? and it’s CHEAP!

and i’m not even on a big dose. i’m on 10 mg. this says that the max dose is 3/4mg per 1 lb body weight. for me that would be over 180mg (cuz, you know, i be fat)! my brain would explode if my chattering teeth weren’t driven through my eyeballs first.

wow.

so we’ll see how this goes, but i’ll definitely go back to the shrink. we may have to talk about this speed thing, but i do like him.

so where have i been.

i quit writing a few months ago mostly because i’ve been frustrated and depressed, and i feel pretty strongly that the nobody reading my blog wants to read about my depression and misery all the time. when i write like that it comes across as so much whining.

so, i’m still alive and i’m less depressed. somewhat.

i’ve started with a shrink again. only had two sessions but we’ll see. have an appt pending with a new psychiatrist as well. i hate depakote — the shit is physically too large and makes me gag.

ian’s school, that is.

sue called me day before yesterday with a couple of horrifying stories related by one of ian’s classmate’s moms. apparently, this woman has had a difficult time with the school district with her son. i don’t know what his diagnosis is.

anyway, he apparently has a history of wandering out of the classroom by either walking out the door or climbing out the window. while ian isn’t really strong enough to open the heavy doors of the school, this child is. this mother purchased door buzzers to alert staff when the classroom doors get opened for the school but apparently they’re going unused. even an unimpaired five year old wandering around without supervision presents obvious dangers to himself and others, and this school is in the middle of a residential construction zone.

on the most recent occasion, she went up to the school for the turkey day party and found her son in the bathroom curled up in a fetal position on the floor. nobody — none of the 4 staff members or 4 other parents in the room — knew how long he’d been there or why he was like that.

for an organization that acts in loco parentis like the school does, this borders on criminally negligent.

this parent has apparently yanked her kid out of class and is going to homeschool him. that sue is horrified enough to even contemplate such a thing means it must be really bad; she’s normally gung ho on public schools.

so sue wants to talk to the other parent and then we’ll talk about pulling ian. she’s wanting to do it at the end of the semester, which is next week.