Cleaning Woman?!

I've made a huge mistake. Well...actually two of them. The first one I made was that I did a GREAT job of cleaning up the other day; the second was that earlier today I informed my mother that I was bored. Her response was that perhaps its time for me to get a job....my response: what?

Mom took me downstairs and plopped me on the floor and said its time to learn to dust. I laughed at her. She said that since I was bored and had nothing to do, perhaps I should put my petite stature to use and squeeze under the desk with a flashlight and search for some dust and dog hair. Oh, in case you cared, its a Curious George flashlight...which makes the prospect of work almost tolerable.

Next, she handed me the duster and told me to dust....how the hell does one dust you might ask?

Well, apparently you wave this duster thing all about and dust falls out...seems a bit counterproductive, but whatever.

So, after spending some time wiggling around under the desks and tables in search of something to dust, mom pulled me out by feet and told me to empty the trash....small problem....there's only one piece of trash, and I can't reach that far down into the can with my short stubby arms....I feel like it's taunting/ridiculing me.