Irony

I clean a walk-in clinic after it closes during the week.  I have a routine down to make sure I don't forget anything and get it done quickly.  Last night I wasn't feeling all that great, and I wasn't happy to be cleaning.  Don't get me wrong, I love the job.  I can go to work in my pajamas if I wanted.  I listen to music, and if I need to I can answer my phone.  I don't have to deal with cranky customers.  When I was getting near the end of my routine last night a song from the movie "Enchanted" came on.  It's the one called "Happy Working Song" that Giselle sings while she cleans her rescuer's apartment.  I started imagining myself cleaning Giselle-style.  If only I could just sing and have rats, birds, and bugs come do my work for me.  Perhaps, it would be slightly creepy, but pretty awesome at the same time.