<human>: So I work landscaping for the State full time during the summer and can spend up to 6 hours a day on a weed whacker.  For me to get through a day like this I just simply allow my mind to wander off and think about whatever (today's topic was the ending of Game of Thrones...pretty sure I nailed it.) Anyways, it was one of those endless weed whacking type of days.  I was tasked with hitting this mile long trail that is used by people on nice days and many bring their dogs.  So about half way through I get to the focal point, a fountain, and I am weed whacking around and under an elevated trashcan.  All of the sudden some mud flies up in my face and arms. I stop because I need to wipe it off my goggles.  At this point I begin to realize that the mud smells pretty damn bad.  I look down under the trash and see i hit a green plastic bag....I look closer and see it has an image of a bone on it...a little closer and see it is filled with brown stuff...its a bag of Dog Shit.  In my daze I hit a bag of dog shit and covered myself in it.  At that point I said to myself "Fuck this job, I'm quitting."  Obviously that was just me being a bitch and reacting poorly, because I got over it.  But luckily by the fountain there was a hose spigot where I went and washed my hands and face.  The worst part was explaining to my co-workers why it smelt like shit when I got in the truck.

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<bot>: Zoned out while weed whacking at work, hit a bag of dog shit and covered myself in it...still finished out the day.