Work that's not really work, part 1

When you find something that you love to do, whether it has the title of "work" or "play" you realize time flies when you are doing it. So, if you fortunately come across a "job" that you enjoy doing, you might think of it as more of a hobby or an activity you do for fun; the bonus: you get paid. My first job consisted of cleaning tanning beds and sweeping floors. Not something someone wakes up every day excited about. Not something you go to sleep early so you can wake up to do it. Just a job that needs doing in a timely matter.

With this job, it had it's ups and downs. The downs: cleaning human body hair off the floor, fecal matter from porcelain, and being surrounded by small containers that yell "you're going to get cancer" or "don't drink Brigham City water, look at all the crap in it". Now, these probably don't make sense right now but let me explain. This place was called "The Wellness Center." People went there because they felt they either weren't well, or didn't want to become un-well. (Yes, the tanning beds were a very ironic installment to The Wellness Center that I loved to smirk about, often). This organization sold herbal supplements, vitamins, bottled water that sat next to a display of calcified metal (said to be from the drinking water in Brigham) and cheap tans. It wasn't too bad for my first job, at age 15.

The ups of working there consisted of somewhat easy labor, a list of things you needed to do that you could check off with a sigh of satisfaction, and kooky health-obsessed people to talk to. There were more ups though, such as laughing at the people from school (in my mind) that happened to be male, that happened to come in to use the tanning beds, that happened to choose the red heart-shaped stickers to see how much of a tan they were getting. These small things, were hilarious. I thought about them when I had to clean toilets. It was my own little way at getting back at the people. Yes, I have to clean your nasty toilets, and yes if I wanted, I could tell everyone about you're little tanning trips and heart-shaped stickers.