In my profession, currently Day Custodian at a public school, there will come a time that one will be called upon to do something that one has never before considered..like yesterday.
I know what I want...I want a little guillotine built out back of the chillers for all those stupid pigeons that fly into the building, are broken to pieces, leaking life, still alive and the young people find them and call to you for assistance.
Of course, you have to send THEM away because the task at hand isn't pleasant and tossing the bird alive into the trash to suffer further isn't an option. So I went to the maintenance room. No hatchet, no spade. Just plastic snow shovels and....a hammer. I found it difficult to maintain my composure but managed to keep it together thinking that bird might be dead by the time I returned.
No such luck. That pigeon had pulled itself up into a sitting position all nice and pretty yet leaking like a sieve. That's not tolerated here. I had to take care of it.
Every time I brought the hammer down, I had a knee jerk reaction and pulled its head out of the way. I had to focus to be merciful. OMG! It was swift and it was merciful yet it didn't stop me from throwing a catterwallin', swearin' fit as I deposited it into the trash out back of the building.
When I returned to scrub away the evidence, it was the Assistant Principal who suggested it be added to the job description. I couldn't agree more! There are some things that you just have to vent.
I know what I want...I want a little guillotine built out back of the chillers for all those stupid pigeons that fly into the building, are broken to pieces, leaking life, still alive and the young people find them and call to you for assistance.
Of course, you have to send THEM away because the task at hand isn't pleasant and tossing the bird alive into the trash to suffer further isn't an option. So I went to the maintenance room. No hatchet, no spade. Just plastic snow shovels and....a hammer. I found it difficult to maintain my composure but managed to keep it together thinking that bird might be dead by the time I returned.
No such luck. That pigeon had pulled itself up into a sitting position all nice and pretty yet leaking like a sieve. That's not tolerated here. I had to take care of it.
Every time I brought the hammer down, I had a knee jerk reaction and pulled its head out of the way. I had to focus to be merciful. OMG! It was swift and it was merciful yet it didn't stop me from throwing a catterwallin', swearin' fit as I deposited it into the trash out back of the building.
When I returned to scrub away the evidence, it was the Assistant Principal who suggested it be added to the job description. I couldn't agree more! There are some things that you just have to vent.
