Me so sexy Sailor Mercury
So the petsmart job is now trying to get me to stick around, as a manager. Well, the store director is clueless enough he doesn't realize that I am not planning to stay that long.
And I realized something, too. The salinity test that we perform on our water, morning and night, for a total of six tests per day, contains mercury. Doesn't say it on the bottles; you have to get out the little slip that comes with it and read that. But in there it says, plain as day, that this shit ain't good for you, causes cumulative effects and reproductive harm.
Oh yeah, mercury isn't stopped by the latex gloves they give us to use.
Oh yeah, they don't even tell us to use gloves with this shit.
Now, I guess since one of the bottles says "Toxic" on it, I was remiss in assuming that meant "I'm toxic don't use me in your gin and tonic," but, you know, this is a company that supposedly looks out for me, warning me to wear masks around flying bird shit dust, and all, so I don't get sick.
Wait, those masks are little pieces of filter paper held over my mouth with rubber bands. They don't seal. They're not rated for anything. And wait some more: this is the same company that did not warn me about carbon dust a while back, and blew me off when I told them they were exposing people to inhalation of the stuff.
Hah. So petsmart's trying to get me to stick around as a manager.
And I realized something, too. The salinity test that we perform on our water, morning and night, for a total of six tests per day, contains mercury. Doesn't say it on the bottles; you have to get out the little slip that comes with it and read that. But in there it says, plain as day, that this shit ain't good for you, causes cumulative effects and reproductive harm.
Oh yeah, mercury isn't stopped by the latex gloves they give us to use.
Oh yeah, they don't even tell us to use gloves with this shit.
Now, I guess since one of the bottles says "Toxic" on it, I was remiss in assuming that meant "I'm toxic don't use me in your gin and tonic," but, you know, this is a company that supposedly looks out for me, warning me to wear masks around flying bird shit dust, and all, so I don't get sick.
Wait, those masks are little pieces of filter paper held over my mouth with rubber bands. They don't seal. They're not rated for anything. And wait some more: this is the same company that did not warn me about carbon dust a while back, and blew me off when I told them they were exposing people to inhalation of the stuff.
Hah. So petsmart's trying to get me to stick around as a manager.