Saturday, June 18, 2011

Ankle deep in shit

Ok, that might be a slight exaggeration. Today was a particularly fun day at work. Part of our duties include cleaning the public restrooms. Each employee is assigned a week and has to clean them three times in their week. The rotation means we usually only have to do it two or three times a year, but I'll be damned if the customers don't make those two weeks a living hell.

As you've probably gathered, this week it's my turn. Throughout the process of cleaning both the men's and the women's rooms I must've asked myself a dozen times, "What the hell is wrong with you people!?!" It was NOT good. Particularly in the men's room. Someone left a gift not only all over the toilet but on the floor and apparently through the store; another employee found evidence at the front of the store while the restrooms are at the back. This was not a child (or a very large child) because it was a LOT of shit. The scariest part is the whole mess sat long enough for it to dry and require serious scrubbing. How many men, how many GROWN ASS men, saw that mess and ignored it? Granted I don't expect anyone but the adult who left it there to clean it up (that brings up another whole conversation on personal responsibility, or the lack thereof). At least tell someone about it before it become a permanent fixture.

It is days like this that should explain to those who have never worked retail just why the clerks can be a bit curt, condescending, or outright angry. You leave that kind of mess? You clean it up. That used to be common sense. So many children (yes I know not all children) are not taught to respect others or to take responsibility for their own actions anymore. Discipline is considered bad for self-esteem so self-importance and the blame game are all they know. These kids become adults who think it is perfectly normal to leave such a disgusting mess for others to clean up. It is "what we get paid to do" right?