In the middle of my shift I discovered poop on the side of my shoe.
That's par for the course in my line of work.
It reminded me of the time the director of nurses came up to me and complimented me on the fact that, I was the only night CNA who routinely had polished gleaming white shoes. She appreciated my attention to my appearance.
I shyly said thank you and that it was no problem to keep them shined.
Because it really wasn't.
Everyday, after work, I would make breakfast before heading to bed. The five farm dogs would sniff around my feet, like they were bloodhounds. After intense sniffing they would lick my shoes for as long as it took for my toast to pop.