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alright. who wants to hear about my day at work?
yeah. i thought maybe. i'll keep it to the point.

i goto this old mans house in the middle of bfe. total shit hole, single wide manufactured. he's got track marks up the back of his arms. three legged dog on a chain. no cell reception. you get it.
i walk around the corner of the house and he has a fucking herd of small dogs, mostly chihuahuas. if you can imagine what that sounds like, yapping incessantly...i hate small dogs. so then he invites me up the plywood ramp into his 'house', and warns me that it might smell like dog piss, but he's not sure because the meds he's on fuck his sniffer.
i walk in and immediately start dry heaving. HE HAD 16 DOGS LIVING IN HIS HOUSE!
WTF!
i try and get my biz done quick, making occasional trips outside to puke, and i sit down to his computer and there's some dried up something all over the mouse. on closer inspection i determine that whatever it is, it's too gritty/chalky to be what i fear most, but if old men fart dust, who knows what...
yeah.

i washed my hands real good.