I was told that I would be flying back and forth between Fort Collins, Colorado and Chicago, Illinois, to train new employees in laundry preparation for the firm’s camps.  Huh??!!  What kind of job is this??  First, I would get the course in pressure cleaning from the vice-president in charge of operations, in Dover, Delaware.  (The camps are all on the East Coast, but purportedly the training locations aren’t.)  That would take about a week and a half, and then they would send me on my first trip to Chicago.  Is this all I’ll be doing? I asked them.  Well, besides preparing your reports, and dreaming up training manuals, yes, they said, frankly.  Oh, my God.  What have I gotten myself into this time!!  My last job, from which I was politely laid off, was training and developing civilian personnel at Fort Bragg.  I worked there for fifteen years and loved it.  Now I’m going to train people in cleaning campers’ dirty clothes??!!  At least, they promised me a pretty good salary.  They promised me—well, let’s not even go there, it’ll pay my rent and my bills anyway.  So here I go, off to teach pressure washing in Chicago and Colorado.  Oh, and guess what?  I get to live in a dormitory at Colorado State while I’m in Fort Collins.  Isn’t that sensational?  Me with all these corrupt teenage kids.  Maybe I could make extra dough cleaning their messes up, too while I’m at it.  That is, if I can stand all the NOISE.