• Odd workplace incidents; shit fortresses and home-made shit bombs in garbage bins
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post your odd workplace incidents, with pics if possible. I'll be working on getting some myself to contribute more. So basically, today I've fucking had it. I work at a supermarket in QC, Canada and apparently customers cant fucking aim their goddamn asses inside the toilet bowls. It happens that a couple of times a month, we have customers shitting all over the goddamn walls and leaving disgusting bloody ass toilet paper just lying around(apparently women cant flush that shit down the toilet). People are fucking gross. I didn't think to take a picture, however, today I was taking a piss only to notice a nauseating, familiar smell. As I look down, I spot chocolaty brown chunks just sitting on the side of the wall, burning into what little oxygen I have left in that god forsaken room. I call the clean up crew, and they spot a mound of shit hidden behind the garbage can in the goddamn corner. It was a goddamn warzone in there. Another time, some crazy old person shat in their hand and created a fortress of shit bricks in a perfect circle right outside the door. What the fuck were they thinking at the time? Post similar incidents, FP, I can't be the only one to go through this.
Just be thankful you weren't the one cleaning it up. I worked in a fast food restaurant after high school and one evening I'd finished my shift when we found a fucking shit mountain on the floor of the toilets. It was our local bag lady Maria, an insane but mostly harmless homeless woman usually found in the area, and evidently she'd been chowing down on burnt hair and bacon cooked in piss. It was so ripe the cleaning guy flat out refused to go in there, and since I'd put myself in harms way in the past they assumed I'd be the guy to talk to. I refused because my shift was over, but in the end noone was willing to go near it, so I cursed their names, grabbed a mop and bucket and dove in there. The story would end there, but while pouring a bucket of water and bleach over the offending matter my boots sprung a leak. My socks were drenched in turd stew, and I wasn't getting paid for it. Let's all stop and think about the silent heroes who take care of this business so we don't have to.
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