No one ever grows up wanting to be a garbage man, but it's the line of work I've fallen into.

While it might not be the most glamorous of jobs, it comes with many perks.

The benefits are decent, and since it's not anyone's dream job, the salary is better than most 9 to 5s.

It's not what I want to do for the rest of my life, but it's the

best job I've had since graduating from college. That's not to say that it doesn't have its

downsides, too. I've always been a bit of a neat freak, so I spend a large part of the day dousing my

hands in hand sanitizer. My co-worker Brandon is a sleazy

stereotypical garbage man, fat and sweaty, with body odor that's stronger than the bags of

trash. He even combs through the bags looking for freebies, things people have thrown away that he can

take home. And while he does

this every day, I've never seen him wash his hands once. The worst part is the smell. Everyone

has come across garbage steaming in the sun, the foul odor carrying far away from it.

Imagine now that you can't get away from it.

Even after the offending waste is disposed of, the smell still lingers.

It seeps into your overalls and permeates your skin so that it stays on you long after the day is done.

My dating life has become non-existent, and long hot showers are now my constant and only

companion.

Some people have dreams of owning a mansion or a sports car.

Me?

I'd settle for a brand of detergent that can take the reek off my outfit.

I'm not optimistic about my latest purchase.

It's a new addition to the market's cleaning aisle called Lord Bright.

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