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I'm doing a job at a school under renovation. Since it's a school, naturally there are a number of restrooms all around. But the geniuses that they are, every single one is closed and under renovation. There actually is one still open in the basement. I caught some of the privileged "beautiful people" sneaking into it, but it's kept under lock and key so that none of us dirty contractors can go in and dirty it up and steal all the toilet paper.
Fine, whatever, at least they've put some porta-potties outside for us. The first week I was there, these things were disgusting. The smell was virtually unbearable and they were just in a nasty state. A week passes and I'm back at this jobsite. Nature calls and I reluctantly head out. I step into the first one and the toilet paper and solid waste are literally piled up to the seat. The second one was even worse, it was piled above the seat. These things hadn't been attended to at all in the entire week that I was off this jobsite.
I called bullshit on this and let the supervisor know that I was taking off to find a washroom and that if I was going to be docked the time, I'm not coming back. He was cool about it all, he was just as pissed as me.
I understand that being a contractor, you miss out on some of the luxuries on the jobsite, like air conditioning in the 35 degree weather with the 50 degree humidex factor, or use of the elevators to haul up the 100 lb piece of furniture, but basic job requirements, basic human decency are hardly things that we should be expected to forego.
Fine, whatever, at least they've put some porta-potties outside for us. The first week I was there, these things were disgusting. The smell was virtually unbearable and they were just in a nasty state. A week passes and I'm back at this jobsite. Nature calls and I reluctantly head out. I step into the first one and the toilet paper and solid waste are literally piled up to the seat. The second one was even worse, it was piled above the seat. These things hadn't been attended to at all in the entire week that I was off this jobsite.
I called bullshit on this and let the supervisor know that I was taking off to find a washroom and that if I was going to be docked the time, I'm not coming back. He was cool about it all, he was just as pissed as me.
I understand that being a contractor, you miss out on some of the luxuries on the jobsite, like air conditioning in the 35 degree weather with the 50 degree humidex factor, or use of the elevators to haul up the 100 lb piece of furniture, but basic job requirements, basic human decency are hardly things that we should be expected to forego.
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