janitor soiree and the fecal knife
so i go to the janitor party at hut 10 the other day. actually, i had forgotten about the party until i was reminded about it when i showed up for work at 10pm. i quickly remembered that we had the option to go to the party and shave an hour of off work so i quickly put my jacket back on and went over to hut 10. hut 10 is a little house down here. it's typically reserved for 'special people' when they come down but when there are no 'special people' it gets 'rented' out by various groups and or people for 'private' events. on this particular monday and every 'last monday' of each month we janitors have hut 10 to do with as we please.
anyway, i show up and the few remaining troopers have got a little buzz on and stories are being flung around like wet towels. here's a quick little ditty told about a former employee's grandmother which i found kind of funny.
this former employee was visiting his grandmother this one time and during that visit he had to use her rest room. when he was in the rest room he noticed that there was this huge knife by the toilet. with his curiosity piqued, he finished his business then asked his grandmother what she was doing with a huge knife in the bathroom. she replied "yeah, that's my fecal knife. my plumbing's not so good so sometimes i have to chop it up before i flush".
and so ends the tale of the fecal knife.
anyway, i show up and the few remaining troopers have got a little buzz on and stories are being flung around like wet towels. here's a quick little ditty told about a former employee's grandmother which i found kind of funny.
this former employee was visiting his grandmother this one time and during that visit he had to use her rest room. when he was in the rest room he noticed that there was this huge knife by the toilet. with his curiosity piqued, he finished his business then asked his grandmother what she was doing with a huge knife in the bathroom. she replied "yeah, that's my fecal knife. my plumbing's not so good so sometimes i have to chop it up before i flush".
and so ends the tale of the fecal knife.
4 Comments:
It sounds like there are quite a few of you janitors.
How many? And how many people at McMurdo in total?
Do you think that you will get to visit the neighbours at any time, like Scott Base?
forgot to sign that post Oops.
Helen
helen,
yep, there are about 20 of us janitors or so. decent sized team to clean this place on a daily basis. the total staff down here for this season will not exceed 1100 people. it fluctuates too as polies swing through on their way south.
as for scott base, yes, i'll get the chance to visit any thursday night as thats quote unquote, american night. oh how i dislike categorizing terms like that but if that's what i have to participate in, so be it. i need to talk to them about using their ski field.
see you before too long!
thanks for posing questions and participating, wish more people would. =)
Reminds me of another story I heard in Sweden. There's this cross-country skiing competetion called Vasaloppet (named after an old king who was trying to escape rampaging Danes, but that's a different story) that takes place every winter. It's 90 km through icy forests and back when the winters were much harsher, -30 C or colder was common. Participants could be out all day if not all night as well, with food in a pack, and inevitably would have to stop to take care of business. Exposed, in the freezing snow. And if they weren't quick enough... a knife came in handy.
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