dude bats in commercial caves get flashlights shined on them all day and have people take pictures. i think i'm the only member of the staff that never
poked at a sleeping bat at least once. jerks. i love bats.
fucking best job ever. commercial caves are hokey as shit, but whatever - getting paid to walk through a cave all day and talk to people who aren't paying attention anyway? great. after a few months, my tours were probably 50% "standard material" that you're supposed to share, and the rest stupid shit like "this is how they cleared this passage so you could walk through it!" and "blah blah blah bats are the best blah blah blah"
and i hate other people, so instead of dicking around in the breakroom all day, i'd go find work to do. know what's great when you're carrying buckets of rocks down a hill and filling a garden with them? being told you have to give a cave tour. physical work in hot summer sun followed by a leisurely stroll through a 55 degree cave. gimme. also, the owner of the cave would come visit and catch me working every time and he liked me for it.
but it was a 45 minute drive and gas was 4 bucks a gallon and the pay was like 7.50 and i had to catch up on a lot of bills and i never had money and then i had to move back home and life sucked again.
(it's a bad idea to talk to me about how great working at a small commercial cave is because i ramble on and on forever)
also bats flying in a cave is awesome and catches you off-guard and is fun. also bats flying outside. also bats. bats. bats.
i feel like a dork because there's a silly picture my girlfriend drew me for my birthday last year that's been on the refrigerator since then. we recently moved, and i put it on the new fridge. it will probably be there for several birthdays, because:
awww