All work and no play!

So today (which is Friday) is actually my monday. Gag me with a spoon right? My job makes me want to sell my soul and go on a murderous rampage. I mean really...IT'S THAT BAD! First off I work for the shittiest airline known to mankind. They pretty much pay us peanuts and when you really think about it...everyone who flies this particular airline...thier lives are in my hands for 9 bucks a fuckin hour! Well at the moment my knocked up ass is "grooming." this consists of...walking around all damn day meeting planes at the gate. Then I get onboard, pick up all the "large trash" (newspapers, cups, etc.) go back to the lav, which is the fancy word for shitter, and empty that trash and restock with supplies ie. papertowels tissues and TP.

Well today someone onboard was incontinent (for those you who live in the dark ages this means...you can't hold it. You just piss and shit all over yourself) and I get a call on my handy dandy radio for "special grooming." For fuck sake...there is NOTHING special about this task. Usually it involves projectile vomit but today it was dun dun dun...URINE. This incontinent passenger pissed themselves silly and it leaked out of her diaper. So now my 9 months pregnant butt is on my hands and knees disinfecting seats! (and just so you know...airplanes are FILTHY. They NEVER get cleaned. You should never touch an airlines blanket pillow and avoid contact with the windows seats etc. In fact you should bring your own sanitizer and clean your seat before sitting down. I swear it is that gross.)

Anyways after tha escapade I lost all motivation to do anything else...so I sat in the break room and put my head down...after all I deserved it right? 12 days until due date people start prayin for a baby!