I rolled out of bed much like usual… late and groggy. I made it to work on time, fueled only by a toasted english muffin.

And was promptly hauled down the street for a “little cleaning project.”

You see, the Promotions department(s) clean out their storage sheds about every two years. This involves calling in a dumpster, usually, and this time was certainly no exception. Fired up with inspiration, my boss decided that we, the Engineering department, should also clean out our storage sheds. Woo hoo, fun!

Hurricane (the “remotes guy”) and I hauled stuff out of both Engineering units all morning and a bit into the afternoon, aided by a number of Promotions interns from 94/7fm. We even took the time to sweep the floors and reorganize things a bit.

Did I mention we ended up calling in two more additional dumpsters?

Still, it was not quite the kind of work I’m used to. I’m home now, covered in dust and dirt and sweat, sore in various odd places, and more than a bit groggy. I don’t regret it, though… I can tell my body needed the exercise, and I managed not to overextert myself. (Well, the truth of that will be told in the morning by how sore my back is. Hmm.)

This sort of thing is most definitely not in my job description…