Bloggers, crawlers and bosses

I'm trying to convince Jared at work to write a blog. I'm never sure whether his daily musings at work are complete bullshit or not, but they're always entertaining and informative, and deserve to be shared with the masses. Until he decides to log on for himself (and learns to write coherently) rest assured I will be stealing the highlights for myself.. Last night's classic uttering occurred at 2.19am exactly. He and I were 'borrowed from usual duties' to go and clean one of the huge recycling bins outside. Someone had put some canteen rubbish in by mistake and the whole thing was running wild with maggots. Thousands and thousands of maggots. My skin still feels crawly now, after three long showers and a hot soak. It was truly the most horrible thing I have ever had to deal with in my short life, and Jared, despite his background of hideous employment, felt the same. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever done" he said as he aimed the high-pressure hose into the corners, "worse even than licking out that fat bird after a three-hour stint on the dancefloor." I laughed so hard I fell to my knees, and the maggots took advantage and crawled into my wellies.
We both complained to the management. I argued that it was unhygienic to have stock replenishment operatives waist deep in insect larvae and was promptly sent home early to wash. Jared called them all wankers and now has another formal warning.
Legend.

RC 10-7-09