No more poopy.

I only chose that title for this entry because I want everyone to know that I will no longer clean up dookie at work. I write that here in this blog that no one will ever read, but I know that it's not true. Unfortunately, one of the shitty (pun intended duh) aspects of this job is that I really have no choice in the matter when it comes to poop. If it's there have to clean it up. I get mad though, when I'm, supervising and someone else on the shift has been assigned the job of cleaning the bathrooms (we have to do it once during every shift) and they go in, come out two seconds later and tell me that there's shit everywhere, expecting me to then absorb the task of scrubbing it off the walls just because I'm in charge of the shift. It seems strange that I have enough experience with this sort of thing to merit me even writing about it, but I can assure you that I deal with a shitty bathroom at least a couple times every month. Our cafe's pretty large I think. We have three fucking bathrooms. We serve coffee!! Some people just use our bathrooms for their morning shit. They don't even buy coffee. I know a couple of the garbage guys do it. I guess that's okay. At least they work hard and have to smell far shittier things than I do all day. But then there are some customers who come in every day to get coffee and take a huge smelly dump. I see them and I know that if I could just get up the nerve to refuse them service one morning, then maybe their bowels wouldn't be prompted to explode so soon in a place where I have to clean it up/. I mean, come on guys, save it for the office!! There is this story that I have that involves more dookie than you can shake a stick at. I've been waiting for the perfect time to write about it. I have to be in a specific mood, and I have to be awake and coherent enough to write it well so that you'll feel just an ounce of my pain.
I'll give you a little taste- this guy one time crapped all over the bathroom and spread it on the walls and mirror and sink with his hands (which he didn't wash afterwards just so you know). He was drunk and it was at nighttime. I hate him. We had to call the police. I'll tell you more juicy stuff some other time. love dani