Monday, July 23, 2007
One of my favorites. The crackling at the beginning is part of song, not your speakers going bad.
Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung
Tiny dog saves baby from rattlesnake
(AP) Zoey is a Chihuahua, but when a rattlesnake lunged at her owners' 1-year-old grandson, she was a real bulldog.
Booker West was splashing his hands in a birdbath in his grandparents' northern Colorado back yard when the snake slithered up to the toddler, rattled and struck. Five-pound Zoey jumped in the way and took the bites.
"She got in between Booker and the snake, and that's when I heard her yipe," said Monty Long, the boy's grandfather.
The dog required treatment and for a time it appeared she might not survive. Now she prances about.
"These little bitty dogs, they just don't really get credit," Booker's grandma Denise Long told the Loveland Daily Reporter-Herald.
My worst job was my very first one: I was a janitor at a pet hospital! I was a high school student and this was a summer job. I'd have to move the sick dogs and cats around into different cages so I could clean their sick-feces-strewn cages out with a hose, feed 'em, give them medications, etc. They were scared, unhappy, sick, loud, and mean. It was so sad. I remember sweeping up the floor of dog crap, opening the garbage can, seeing a wad of dog fur, and then realizing, "Oh, that's a whole collie they threw in there! There's his paw sticking up in the air!" Plus I had to do typical janitorial duties, like buffing the linoleum and cleaning the coffee cups. Thankfully the job only lasted a couple of months, and if you can deal with animal crap and vomit and meanness, you can handle anything after that! - Peter (check out Pete's groovy blog at peedub.com)
It's a tie. 1) Shoney's Big Boy waitress - wearing a brown polyester uniform, busting my butt on greasy slippery floors, causing the gigantic industrial coffee machine to overflow hot molten coffee, serving drunk diners at 2 am; 2) Hamburger Factory Worker - wearing a cute hair net and butcher's jacket, catching frozen beef patties as they flew out of an assembly machine (think Lucille Ball and the chocolate factory) and boxing them as quickly as possible. Did I say I had to clock in at 7 AM? At least I learned the words to all the country radio hits that summer. Now you see why I started spending my summers in Yellowstone Park instead of Waycross, GA! - Paige
My first/worst job was when I was 14 - I worked for a community center as a "Birthday Party Assistant" where parents could rent out the space to have a supervised party for their kids. I had to blow up balloons (that kept popping) and fill goodie bags and then, when the kids came, I had to help engage the kids in "organized play". I learned very quickly that parents did not like it when you had their kids do spin art with no smocks and that if you put the noise makers in the goodie bags (required by the "Birthday Party Boss") that you had to listen to the blow on the damn things until their parents got their asses there to pick the brats up. - Miellyn