I hated dusting. I always hoped I’d be assigned vacuuming. Pushing and pulling the vacuum across carpets was fun. I could just make “W’s,” one after the other after the other.
I could see the work I did in the herringbone pattern left on the carpet. It was satisfying and physical, and I could stay focused.Dusting was the opposite.
I had to be careful when I picked up picture frames, tiny figurines, and antique bottles. I had to remember exactly where to put them back.
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