I loved work detail. Anything to get away from the emotional mind fucking. I had to dig a trench and put pipes in, climb trees to saw off branches, run wheelbarrels full of wood uphill repeatedly, help the kitchen ladies, and once, they had me sweep the road over and over again all day long. When I asked them what the purpose was, I was told it was an exercise in futility, just like trying to split was futile. Well, my next attempt to split was NOT futile, so... no more sweeping roads. But before CEDU, I was one of those girls who always wore coordinating outfits (it was the eighties!), had perma tan and highlights, and never thought of setting foot outdoors without my mascara. Letting go of all that was a relief. And also, I really loved the hard, outdoor work. Kept me from thinking too much.