Freddie called me this afternoon at work. Today was the first day of his summer intern job. (The college he goes to and his major there requires a certain amount of intern time at various animal/zoo places) He's working a bird sanctuary near his house. I, as a concerned and interested boyfriend, asked him how it went.
There was a heavy sigh, followed by this statement: "I...HATE...owls."
He had to clean out the owls' cage. Apparently, owls vomit back up everything they eat that they dont want, like the bones, fur, what have you. And it stunk so bad, he almost threw up. And they kept hooting at him. And it was a small area so he couldn't even really stand up straight.
Then, he had to re-gravel this walkway through the aviary. And since they didn't want any of the birds to catch cold, they had the heat up. When it was hot outside. So it was like a million and a half degrees. And he had to load this gravel into a wheelbarrow and push it to the aviary. By the nest of a goose who would hiss at him everytime he went by. And he almost ran over a snake with the wheelbarrow. And it was heavy.
And then he had to lug bales of hay to the deer to feed them, and the ostrich there. And then they had to feed the emus, 12 emus in a.....i don't know, cage? range? Whatever, where they lived and were hungry.
He was SO tired! he was just going to go home, take a shower, and get right to bed for a nap. he was talking to me about 3:00 pm....he had worked at the sanctuary for three hours. Three WHOLE hours.
*snicker, snicker*
i was sympathetic and understanding, but I was also chuckling inside. Pampered kids nowadays. .....Oh, who am i kidding, I'd be whining just as much, if not more, if I was forced to do it too!
POLT
Damn your black heart, Barbra Streisand! - Cartman, South Park
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Seems like a lot to do in three hours to me. Hope he acclimates well to the position.
Onanite
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