Originally Posted by archiguy
Okay - now I'm lost.
A too far inside joke....in a weird, non-alcoholic haze kinda way.
When I was 17 years old and living in Phoenix, I had a job counting, cleaning, and drying baby diapers (no joke) for a company called Dy-Dee Diaper Service.
Anyway, it goes without saying the job....stank....literally.
Fridays was always the crappiest day of the week.
It was the day the sealed plastic bags of dirties (that had been left out in the sun for a week) came in from the Indian Reservation.
Unsurprisingly, most people quit on Thursdays....which is exactly why paychecks weren't issued until the end of the Friday shift.
The real question is WHY would I bring this up?
Other than trying to fit the world's worst "occupation" to a known architect, I have no f_cking idea.....
Now, where the hell is the cap to my opened growler?