The Noble Work of the Pants Press
I am doing what is asked of me. That is all. I will tell you about my new job at BYU Laundry. I have now been working there for two weeks. It is okay.
Basically, I get on the bus at 2:10. I arrive at the WILK at 2:30. I saunter the half mile to the laundry while dumb teenage boys whistle and yell at me. By the time I get there it is still only 2:45 and I don't start working until 3:00. So I find myself a shady little place on the grass on the side of 9th East and sit. I drink from my Dasani water bottle and I read my National Geographic. Perhaps I nibble on some mini pretzels. This continues for approximately 10 minutes. I then go into the laundry.
I strap my mp3 player to my right arm. Then the fateful decision: what to listen to? Hip hop? Pop? Rock? Do I want Bjork? Dave Matthews? Soundtracks? Mystikal or Mary J. Blige? It is difficult but I do choose. Today I will listen to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Tomorrow I will listen to She's Like the Wind by Patrick Swayze on repeat. I begin. Yes, I pull the pants off the rack. I lay them gently on the press. I push buttons, I pull levers, I kick pedals. Occasionally I must use the hand iron. Steam billows around me as I work. The industrial size fan blows my hair into my eyes. They counteract eachother quite well but I still have to remove my sexy cardy in order to accomplish anything without collapsing from heat exhaustion. I am at this for 2.5 hours until the clock strikes 5:30 pm. I can swipe my ID and run for it. I walk the half mile back to the bus stop and wait for 10 minutes. I ride the bus and arrive home at 6:15-ish. Yes, this is my day at work. Isn't it entertaining?
Now think: what would all of the obscenely obese men who work at BYU do without me pressing their workpants? They would be walking all over campus with only their garment bottoms on. Thank your lucky stars that I am doing what I am doing each day.
posted by Trisha @ 4:29 PM
15 Comments:
Oh, I thank them.
How much does it cost to have a dress dry cleaned, do you know.
Well written. Enjoyed this post immensley. I don't know what else to write Friend of Micquel, but I thought I would let you know I was here. (Must have something to do with those genes that cause people to write their names on bathroom walls or scratch them into rock or gouge them into desks. Not like anyone has the same name as them and they are making themselves known to the world or anything.)
sounds like quite an interesting job. it also sounds like you need to have a lot of experience to run a pants pressing thingy. but luckily you were just the one they needed to run the machines. watch out though because i hear that they are going to be getting robots to take over your job. and you know what happens when the robots take over......
i do not know how much anything costs. i stay in my little corner of the building. i could ask rachel though.
i've always wanted to write something very juicy on the bathroom wall for future generations.
The robots will take over and then i will have no job because i have absolutely no skills.
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My last comment was supposed to have a question mark at the end of it, in case you were wondering.
I am pretty scared for when the robots take over. It will be like the matrix, and that is no good.
Plugalong, I feel the same urge all the time on other's blogs, just to let them know that I always read them lurkiningly. I am just not brave enough because I know people might read mine if I do comment. I'm such a pansy.
I am so freakin' glad. Have you seen some of the crazies? They are crazy....er...thanks trisha.
You are much appreciated. And I too, always wish to make myself known on others' blogs, I just don't dare. I feel like such a sneak, though.
you are sneaky Nikki, so it fits.
silly coots. i have another job. brand spankin' new. i start tomorrow. at the cannon center. It is going to be a lot of fun... serving food to crappy sports camp kids all summer. farbulous.
fabulous, indeed. So what are your hours at this fantastic new high-paying job?
monday-saturday 10:30-2:30. that way i can walk directly over to the laundry once i am done at the cannon ctr. delightful. i hated it for the first couple of days... now i quite like it. it is kind of fun and my feet are getting used to the extra effort.
I am very glad I do not have to see grown men's hairy little legs walking around campus. So I thank you immensly.
Jobs are such a joy aren't they? Especially when you work only with guys, and most of those guys are married, but those who aren't spend their time trying to get you married - instead of themselves. Fun times I do say.
2 jobs. You're a trooper. Especially with those sports camps people.
wow ali. i haven't had that experience. i do work with a bunch of guys. they are not married but they don't try to get me married. i suppose i am lucky. the basketball clinic was good. some little boys broke dishes. awesome!
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