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I was walking by the bathroom today when a woman told me that I might want to get someone to come take a look. She said two of the toilets in there were "scary". While waiting for the supervisor to get back inside the store (she was helping with a carry out) I go take a look, not expecting much. I only had to look at one of the toilets before my curiosity was satisfied. It was stuffed full of shit and toilet paper (well, I'd HOPE there'd be toilet paper!). I gave the flusher a kick with my shoe and I backed away as the thing started bubbling up like a volcano. Seriously, it was like there were jets in the damn thing, like in a hot tub. I thought shit was going to go everywhere. I left and told the supervisor about it. That night, I was walking out to my car with the lady who works guest service and she was complaining that she had to clean up people's shit THREE times today. She said "I don't mind working guest service but not when I have to clean up people's shit!" Good grief, is this what kids do on Saturday nights?? Come in and wreak havoc in the restrooms?
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I sympathize.
I spent a good portion of today mopping up vomit.
The kid had broccoli for dinner...
I've also gotten down and dirty with some rubber gloves and a toilet myself. Ugh. I've seriously signed my life away with this job. They can basically make me do anything. -
I've worked in a bookstore for almost 6 years.
I've had to clean shit off the toilet countless times.
I've cleaned shit off the floor 6 times.
I've cleaned it off the wall 4 times.
And once I had to clean up when someone removed books from a shelf, vomited, and then replaced the books.
Thousands of years of human civilization and some people insist on acting like monkeys and flin
ging poo.
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