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I think that, no matter what job you do, there will be days when you have to work on something which, all things being equal, you wouldn't choose to do for fun. Days when my dream job feels a lot like a day job, I remind myself of one of the worst jobs I ever did. Reminds me to be grateful for what I have now.:
My friend Deborah and I did this job in DC which was supposed to be for a couple weeks, but we didn't last the whole contract. DC has a problem with gypsy moths from time to time. Our job was to drive to a set location with tanks of helium and a big red balloon, blow up the balloon, and keep it aloft for a set time period. The planes dropping pesticide knew where to dust by looking for the red balloons. We were unable to finish the contract because we both got weird respiratory problems during it. We thought maybe the helium tanks were leaking and asked for full pay. We thought we were so tough because we got it. Of course, they might have been concerned because they were not really paying enough for people to stand unprotected in a shower of POISON.
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