I bathed in trash...

ok so there were many things that happened today. I am hosting TNT this weekend. TNT is our Teens in Training. They are teenagers that come in on the weekends to help serve the guest groups in the kitchen. That means I am in the kitchen with them. Being in the kitchen is cool, they are cool, the weekend has been pretty cool but very long. Too many things have happened in the last two days to even write about. But there is one story that can not go untold. Here it is...

My TNT workers took a while to clean up from lunch today because they were playing with the dish washing hose and seeing who could get soaked the fastest. (no really, but it seemed like it) PS: everyone loses in this game. No body wins when everyone is wet, no one. So after every thing was cleaned up from the cleaning up I sent them to the game room while I took the trash out. Taco stayed to help me. Probably because he could tell that I was soaked and not thrilled about it. (Lord bless Taco) Anyway, several meals worth of trash is sitting by the gator waiting to be taken to the dumpster. It is all wet because it is raining, it has been raining for the last few days. Taco and I load all the trash into the gator and trailer. Most of the bags have holes in them and are leaking colorful, sticky, smelly substances. Each bag is being swarmed by half a dozen or so yellow jackets. I got stung by one of them on the finger. After we get all the nastiness loaded onto the gator and trailer we discover that the battery on the gator must be dead because it won't start. We went for a walk to find the other gator only to discover that it has a flat tire. So we found Bill, got his car keys, moved his car so my truck could get out of the driveway and took my truck to the trash pile. We then loaded the same wet, sticky, smelly, leaking, yellow jacket infested trash bags into the bed of my truck. We took it all down the road to the trash dumpster/compactor. There we unloaded the same wet, sticky, smelly, leaking, yellow jacket infested trash bags into the dumpster. It was then that we discovered that the compactor part of the trash dumpster/compactor wasn't working. So we had to shove the nastiness into the dumpster. This took a lot of pushing and throwing and over all man handling of the trash. (Taco is my hero...) We got the door shut, pushed the button a couple more times (just in case it wanted to start working) and then rinsed out the back of my truck. By this time there is what appears to be red Jello down my left pant leg, some mystery blue stains on my knee, spaghetti sauce on the front of my shirt, puddle water soaked halfway up the shins on my pant legs, what I can only assume to be cottage cheese on my arms and a slightly swelling bee sting on my pinkie finger. As I am walking back to the house to get cleaned up I run into my TNTers. The conversation went something like this...
TNTers: We are going to the game room to play carpet pool. We went to get dried off first.
Sarah: Ok, good call. I'll be there in a little bit. I am going to go get cleaned up first.
TNTers: What did you do?
Sarah: I bathed in trash.
TNTers:...ohhh...Sounds like fun!
Sarah: Yeah... not really.
TNTers: Why did you bathe in it?
Sarah:(after explaining that I didn't really bathe in it and that I didn't do it just for the fun of it)...Because we couldn't get the gator to start because we are just the interns and we don't know what we are doing.
TNTers: No, you are doing great. That was your internship test... you passed! Good job!
Sarah, not appreciating the sarcastic encouragement at the moment because of the whole being wet and bathing in trash thing just gives the blank stare.

Just thought I would share...! haha I love my job!