Aim Please
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Yesterday I cleaned up poop. Ironically, we are not supposed to clean up poop, we call Hazmat and shut the bathroom down. I just thought it was some bad aim and a messy toilet so I started to clean it only to find a turd on the floor almost behind the toilet and then realized we were it of bathroom cleaner, AKA bleach.
The freaky part was that I wasn't even that grossed out. Just annoyed. REALLY
? You didn't hit the toilet REALLY?
But I also realize it could have been someone with physical disabilities or something. Ugh.
After I mostly cleaned it up and found that I couldn't properly sanitize the area I locked it up and told the shift supervisor to call Hazmat anyway.
I stayed 20 minutes past my shift end for that.
I soooo don't get paid enough for this. However I can't complain when it wasn't really a big deal for me to clean it, I think its the irony that I just DID it anyway that drives me nuts.
Despite actually LIKING my stupid job, I am annoyed by the chronic understaffing of the third busiest store in Canada. I kind of think that the base wage for this store should be higher simply because it is so crazy. I have to say, its EXHAUSTING. And all I'm doing is making coffee. its the constant pace, the buzz of stressful energy etc. that is so draining for everyone. All of the staff are wiped out when they end their shifts.
And yet, there is something that I really like about it. I really hope the clinic gets busy soon, so I can go back there full time. But I might just stay on with The 'bucks part time, just for "fun".
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