some days i really hate my job...

yeah, i know...we all have that feeling sometimes. but this is my blog, so i'm going to pretend i'm the only one, okay?



so anyway...i figured today would be easy. suicide scrub. the houses are always empty after those...either the people move out, or they at least stay away until the site has been restored.

not today.

nope...today i had to scrub the walls, tear up the carpet and pad so i could scrub the subfloor, and repaint the whole wall...all this with the guy's wife sitting in the hallway watching me. and since the crime scene unit ruled it a suicide and signed off, they left behind a whole lotta pieces of skull, scalp, hair and brain on the walls and floor. and we have to go back to the same site tomorrow to finish the restore.

so yeah...bagging up the remains of a guy's head while his wife watches. just when i thought life couldn't get anymore awkward...

so yeah...finally signed up for sg.

been looking at the site on other people's accounts for almost six years...always swore i'd never join myself.

my sister would be laughing her ass off.