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So I got to work, and instantly noticed that the entire building smelled like death. I head over to the office to meet with the day crew to find out what the fuck is going on. Get told "A rat died gnawed into the piping back in the 4th closet, and died somewhere in the piping. We think it's closer to your side, but not sure." Lovely, I think. 70 year old building, this shit happens since they built em way different back then. Hell, I'm convinced our electrician was Canadian due to the weird ways the wiring was done through this bitch.

So I get to work, changing out bulbs and ballasts, when all of a sudden I hear the fire alarm go off, and a rancid smell hits me 15 feet up in the air. I climb down the ladder and head into the hallway, only to be greeted by staff coughing and running for the exits. My boss had the bright idea to get the rat out by dissolving it with the most powerful sulfuric acid drain opener we could get from facilities. While, yes, it did work, now the building smelled like chemically cooked dead rat, and the drains in my section were smoking acrid smoke. And this was an hour into a 9 hour shift. Wound up spending a lot of my shift dumping water down the drains throughout the building to try and flush this shit out.

Today sucked, yall, hope you had a good day though.

So I got to work, and instantly noticed that the entire building smelled like death. I head over to the office to meet with the day crew to find out what the fuck is going on. Get told "A rat died gnawed into the piping back in the 4th closet, and died somewhere in the piping. We think it's closer to your side, but not sure." Lovely, I think. 70 year old building, this shit happens since they built em way different back then. Hell, I'm convinced our electrician was Canadian due to the weird ways the wiring was done through this bitch. So I get to work, changing out bulbs and ballasts, when all of a sudden I hear the fire alarm go off, and a rancid smell hits me 15 feet up in the air. I climb down the ladder and head into the hallway, only to be greeted by staff coughing and running for the exits. My boss had the bright idea to get the rat out by dissolving it with the most powerful sulfuric acid drain opener we could get from facilities. While, yes, it did work, now the building smelled like chemically cooked dead rat, and the drains in my section were smoking acrid smoke. And this was an hour into a 9 hour shift. Wound up spending a lot of my shift dumping water down the drains throughout the building to try and flush this shit out. Today sucked, yall, hope you had a good day though.
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I had to put down my father's dog, a husky/shephard mix, 10 years after dad died. My mom had kept the dog and in his old age he started losing control of his hind quarters, needed assistance to get around, lost control of his bowels ... and mom asked me to put him down.

He still took great joy in cleaning out the cat's food dish. I picked him up and put him in a wheel barrow, wheeled him from mom's house over to my dad's shop and put him inside. His last "ride". I put a big lump of wet catfood in a dish in front of him, he automatically started licking the dish clean with great enthusiasm. I pet his head for the last time as I moved around behind him while he devoured the cat food. I pulled out my dad's .22 pistol and pop-pop to the back of his head just as he was finishing. He never felt a thing. I dug a hole in the corner of the back yard and buried him beside other family pets long passed.

That was emotionally the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life, to put my dad's dog down. My dad had to do the same when he was younger, only after doing it myself did I fully understood the emotional stress involved. I never want to have to do that again. It is so much easier to let the vet do it painlessly with a couple of shots. I was later told in the old days one would ask a close friend to put down the family pet and vice versa.