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Originally Posted by Fire Me Boy!
When I was a teen working in the grocery store, I saw a woman go into the bathroom and immediately exit. She came over to me and said someone needs to clean the bathroom. I knocked on the door and waited a couple seconds, then opened it up and looked inside. Someone had explosive diarrhea ALL OVER the women's bathroom. Liquid shit all over the toilet... on the sink... all over. The manager told me to clean it up. I told him he didn't pay me enough to clean that up, and if he tried to force me to, I'd quit. Wasn't happening. Only time in my life I've ever threatened to quit and walk off a job.
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Hell, I quit the first job I ever had just when they asked me to CLEAN the bathrooms. It was a Woolworth's. I thought I'd been hired to stock shelves, maybe cashier a little. Spent the first day sweeping and mopping floors (keep in mind I was a kid who'd never worked before and never cleaned before). Then he hands me a toilet brush and says "Go clean the bathrooms". I said, "Uh, no, I quit," and walked out. Walked next door and got hired at the liquor store. I thought, "This'll be better." They stuck me on the bottle bill return counter: years of homeless people and smelly roach-filled bottles... and it was still better in my mind than cleaning other peoples' shit.