This job sucks…

When I think back to my days of working for Hayward Baker, I have a lot of fond memories of working with some pretty cool guys on some pretty cool projects. Most of which involved death defying acts of lunacy on a daily basis, which is kind of what made them so cool. I also have a lot of not so fond memories of being waste deep in a pile of wet, cold, sloppy muck, standing next to a piece of equipment that could kill you at any second with an operator than may or may not be on brain altering substances. There were many mornings that I wanted to just throw in the towel and yell to the sky, “YOU WIIIIIIIN, YOU BROKE MEEEEEEE”. However, I stayed with it and looking back now, I learned many valuable lessons, gained many friendships and I am a better man for the experiences.

Now, having reminisced a little of the past, I bring you to the present. I work on a daily basis sitting in my temperature controlled home, a soft chair, close to all the comforts one deserves and don’t really have to answer to anyone, at least face to face. I do work two jobs, as does Shannon, (but we’re trying to curve that) so my day isn’t all candy canes and sugar cookies, but considering the paragraph above, I am pretty lucky.

One morning in the very recent past, I am hurried out of bed as Shannon is screaming for help with the toilet, which doesn’t seem to be cooperating as it usually does. I rapidly exit the warm cozy bed to begin a morning of troubleshooting a septic problem. You see, where we live, everyone has a septic tank rather than a public sewer system. You might say that really stinks, but I say it costs about half of what everyone else pays for sewer service, and we really don’t even know we have it until we have a morning like we had.

I came to the conclusion based on the Mucking skills I learned with Hayward Baker that our septic had indeed been filled to capacity and that we would need to call someone to come and take care of that, and that I was willing to pay any incredibly large amount of money to not have to worry about it. Fortunately for us, we have a friend who owns the local Roto Rooter and offer a septic pumping service.

So, despite the snow that was falling, he pulled his mobile poo poo sucker to the front of our house and began what ultimately turned out to be not so hard of a job. Even though the temperature was below freezing, snow was falling, and we had to dig up the grass to get to the lid, it went much smoother than many of my Hayward Baker jobs. I can think of infinite puns for this circumstance and job, but I will leave you to think of your own.

Here is what we saw from our smell filtered home as we drank our cocoa and enjoyed a free flowing toilet once again.