Chewing gum and urine
For over a month now, I have stared at the same wad of gum at the bottom of the urinal in the bathroom at my work. This bothers me for a few reasons. First, why the fuck isn't the "custodial technician" removing this piece of gum from the urinal? I know he makes an effort to clean at least every two days, because I can still smell the bleach in the morning. So, is he hoping that one day it just wont be there? Because I can assure him, it'll still be there. Having been a "master of the custodial arts,.. or a janitor, if you wanna be a dick about it" before myself, I considered taking measures to remove it myself simply so that I wouldn't have to look at it every day.. it's little gum eyes staring back up at me... *tremble* It's not happenin pal. You've got the gloves, you clean that shit up. It's YOUR job.
... ahem
Secondly, it bothers me to think that myself, along with maybe 10 or more men that I share this "Employee Only" restroom with, are probably having the same thoughts every time we use the facility. It's mentally fuckin with me because I almost feel guilty for not cleaning it out myself. But more so, my disappointment in the lack of effort put forth by our cleaning staff.
Not to mention the torment it's brought me for the past 30-some odd days. At first, I avoided the gum. Tried not to pee on it. I actually made an effort to avoid hitting it, as if trying to be nice. Then one day I pissed right on it. I hit it so hard, I launched it to the other side of the urine pool. From there it became a game. See how far you can move it this time!
So I was thinkin about this poor chewed up wad of gum sitting in a half-washed-down lake of urine, just too big to fit down the drain hole, and it occurred to me that this piece of gum was a total metaphor for someone being down real low in their life. Maybe not everyone has been there, but I've been pretty low myself.. anyhow, I thought it was kinda funny too though... A gum ball chewed, ready to lie to rest in a trash bag somewhere, instead is spit into a holding cell. The one person who is supposed to clean him out (and put him where he belongs) wont help him, so he sits there getting pissed on because his ass is too fat to swim out and no one else will do it.
And on a much more sanitary note, my Service Agreement with Sprint expires in exactly 30 days, at which time I will have new service, probably through Verizon.
Can you hear me now? ... Good.
... ahem
Secondly, it bothers me to think that myself, along with maybe 10 or more men that I share this "Employee Only" restroom with, are probably having the same thoughts every time we use the facility. It's mentally fuckin with me because I almost feel guilty for not cleaning it out myself. But more so, my disappointment in the lack of effort put forth by our cleaning staff.
Not to mention the torment it's brought me for the past 30-some odd days. At first, I avoided the gum. Tried not to pee on it. I actually made an effort to avoid hitting it, as if trying to be nice. Then one day I pissed right on it. I hit it so hard, I launched it to the other side of the urine pool. From there it became a game. See how far you can move it this time!
So I was thinkin about this poor chewed up wad of gum sitting in a half-washed-down lake of urine, just too big to fit down the drain hole, and it occurred to me that this piece of gum was a total metaphor for someone being down real low in their life. Maybe not everyone has been there, but I've been pretty low myself.. anyhow, I thought it was kinda funny too though... A gum ball chewed, ready to lie to rest in a trash bag somewhere, instead is spit into a holding cell. The one person who is supposed to clean him out (and put him where he belongs) wont help him, so he sits there getting pissed on because his ass is too fat to swim out and no one else will do it.
And on a much more sanitary note, my Service Agreement with Sprint expires in exactly 30 days, at which time I will have new service, probably through Verizon.
Can you hear me now? ... Good.