I've had a lot of dead-end jobs before, but never one that required me to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

Before we order your background check, we need you to sign an NDA. Is that okay?

replied the president of Kimball private municipal services said a what? I'll admit I didn't know what an NDA was at the time.

But once Clyde explained what it was, I felt something I hadn't in years.

I felt, important.

Important.

Just so we're clear.

If I signed this, I can't tell anyone what I do for my job?

I asked.

You can tell people you clean sewers for Kimball private municipal services, but you can't divulge any sensitive details about our clients, he said.

Like, what? We run into odd things in the sewers occasionally and our clients generally

don't want word getting out. He said, like dead bodies?

There was an awkward pause.

He's definitely talking about dead bodies.

Because I've seen like a million horror movies and dead bodies do not bother me at all I said hoping to

reassure him tell you what if you see something weird on the job and have a strong desire to

tell someone outside of work about it.

Wron it by me first.

Fair enough.

Assuming the NDA is still in effect, which I'm pretty sure it's not,

I have changing names of all the people and places in this story.

Four days later, I was in a Kimball private municipal services truck with Clyde and two other guys heading to my first

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