Well, Spidey, you can have next week - your submission shouldn’t be too stale, will it?? 
Also up ridiculously early, thanks to idiot Higgs. I did wake at 2:30, but that wasn’t her fault, and I fell back to sleep. She, on the other hand, started barking and whining at 4:30 - a full half hour before my alarm goes off. Critters, therefore, have all been tended to and I’m dressed and ready to go, but it’s too early, since my building won’t be open yet. So here I am! I did have an idea to start us off if no one else stepped in, so there’s that.
As for dirty jobs, I’ve got a couple, but they were really tasks within relatively mundane jobs.
First was when, as a teen, I worked for my dad. I was hired to run the switchboard on Saturdays and open/sort/distribute the mail. In the summer, when he needed help in the office, I got to do stuff like type and file and run the mimeograph (this was early 70s, so the blue menace was standard.)
One time, they needed to get the oldest files in the basement ready to ship to the warehouse. That meant I had to verify that the files were in numerical order so that the labels on the box reflected what was within. The files were just shy of neon green. The basement file room was not extremely well-lit, nor was it air conditioned. This was downtown Baltimore in the summer. I had one window I could open - it was literally at sidewalk level, directly across the street from a fish market. Yeah, that nepotism worked out for me reeeeeeeeeeaaaal good! I think I had 2 weeks of that fun. At least they didn’t send me to the warehouse to deliver the boxes - I’m pretty sure it was no place for a teenage girl. :eek:
Second chore was when I was in the Navy fixing airplanes, specifically the then brand-new S-3A at NAS North Island. I worked the mid shift and our main duty was to train other maintainers, but when we didn’t have a class coming thru, we had to do most of the work ourselves.
My boss thought it was hilarious to assign me to replace an ADF antenna, especially if he saw that I’d just done my nails. Note - I wasn’t particularly girly, but I did occasionally put some fresh clear polish on my nails. Changing the antenna was great fun, especially if the plane was on the flight line and not in the hangar. I had to climb on top using fold down steps on the rear of the fuselage, sit between the usually-folded wings, and do the job holding a flashlight under my chin. The dirty part was the final step - the antenna was roughly 12" X 12" and it was part of the aircraft skin. I had to seal the joint with what we called “elephant snot” - a nasty grey goop that kept moisture out of the cavity where the antenna sat. There was absolutely no way to do it neatly, and when I’d climb down, my hands and nails would be cruddy from top-of-airplane dirt and smears of elephant snot. Lucky for them I was a good sport! 
Time to go to work. No time to proofread this. Happy Moanday!!
