Just like all other animals.
Today I spent 9 hours, I shit you not, cleaning cat kennels. I can't guarantee that every second of those 9 hours was spent breathing in kitty litter and cat crap, but a vast majority was. It was exhausting.
I told my supervisor I'd like to go on full time, if/when a position becomes available.
Despite being exhausted and filthy and in all sorts of pain I haven't felt in years, I think I like it. My new position is as a kennel attendant at the animal shelter. I work part-time, 30 hours per week, 3 days a week. That's 10 hour shifts, plus 1 hour for lunch. 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. I woke up before my alarm at 5:30 a.m.; I did not fall asleep before 1:30 a.m. And I get to do it all again tomorrow.
I am an animal sanitation technician. I just made that up--I clean up crap. I leave things much cleaner and more hygienic than I found them. I actually enjoy it on some level because I'm mildly obsessive about cleanliness. It suits me. Once I get my sleep schedule properly calibrated and some orthopedic shoes, I think I'll be set. Also, I'm going to get some bad-ass scrubs. The strangest print that Goodwill can provide me. Holler.
