Setting: Walking into a restroom at work = Cleaning battle field
Cleaning the restrooms at work is one particularly disgusting job...(Only one among many I might add.)
(Further details spared for your psychological health and well being and for the continued business at this restaurant.)
So, with that in mind, one day at work it was my turn...(Uggg)...to go clean the restrooms.
I prepared for battle.
Off I went armed with only two bottles of cleaning supplies and several cleaning rags.
With great fear, not knowing if I should ever return, I enter the realm of 'rest'.
My battle plan was simple but dangerous. I had to avoid the enemy at all cost and attack them before they attack me.
I strategically placed my cleaning supplies on top of the toilet so that they can be easily accessible while I cleanse this place they call a 'restroom.'
As I begin the attack on the mirror, I start thinking to myself; "How can one possibly call this filthy place a 'restroom'? Its more like a outhouse to me..."
But then a sudden splash interrupted my trail of thought.
My eyes were torn from the half cleaned mirror.
And to my horror one of the bottles of cleaning solutions had slid from its original position...
and into the toilet.
Me: (The enemy is among us! They are trying to ambush us while our backs our turned by trying to rid us of our weapons! What a nasty battle plan! You disgust me!)
"Are you kidding me? Gross! Now I have to fish that out of the toilet? They are definitely not paying me enough for this!"
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Back in the day... when I worked in fast food... btw, I made a whopping $1.60 per hour... I was one of the best all around workers they had. I could work the counter, the shake machine (yes, we actually had to mix the shakes...), I did fries, fish and, my favorite, the grill. I liked the grill, especially during the rush hour, because it was the busiest station in the store. I liked working hard and being busy. The trade off, however, was that it was the hottest station in the store! Being a relatively short person with complimentary short arms, I had to lean over the grill a lot. It was hot. I would sweat... a lot! I worried a little about the burgers being too salty, but hey, they kept coming back!
ReplyDeleteAwe. I, unfortunately, know your pain all too well. They really do not pay well enough for that!! The restrooms in subways are so gross!! And I'm pretty sure the one at mine was used for drug trafficking on many occasions. Do they make you clean the mens' restroom too? That is the worst... Boys are so gross.
ReplyDeleteHow funny! I have issues cleaning even my own toilets, I can't imagine cleaning a nasty "outhouse". Ewww!!!
ReplyDeleteSuzanne, I wish I could say I empathize, but I personally have never had the opportunity to work fast food. I can, however, say that I have cleaned up many a digusting thing (being a mother and grandmother), so consider this a valuable life skill you are learning :-) Aunt Nancy (my login says Grammy)
ReplyDeleteOkay, you're hilarious! Tanner and I laughed all the way to bed last night. Keep them coming!
ReplyDeleteThere is one eating establishment close to my work where there restrooms are unusually clean and nice. I don't usually want to eat out. But, I do not mind going in their restroom if I do get something for lunch there once per month. It is the Bush's Chicken on Williams Drive in Georgetown.
ReplyDeleteHey, at least it isn't a rest stop bathroom. Those are always worse than city bathrooms. I'll bet most people go home to "rest." I don't doubt they're bad though. Contrary to the girl above, I'll bet the girl's bathroom is worse. Girl's are dirtier than boys.
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