So I work at the Hive in case any of you forgot. In my Hive the bathrooms are right next to my deli, and because us deli people are a loquacious bunch, we get to know everyone: produce, seafood, meat, and of course porters. Porters clean the bathrooms. Of course I don't mind people shitting in our restrooms...it happens, it's what they are there for.
Anyways... so flashback to this summer, it's busy and French Canadians are everywhere. Now I'm gonna throw in here that I don't blame them all, and after tonight I don't think it was them at all. So for about three months solid we didn't have monthly, weekly, or even daily shit incidents in the bathroom. Oh no, we had shit incidents multiple times a day. At points, it was almost hourly. And being friendly with the porters, we started feeling badly immediately, and would be not so silent about complaining to management that the same porter had to clean it every time.
See, he wasn't really a porter, he does carts, and in my store those are two separate jobs until after 6 when the daytime porter leaves, or like half the days we don't have a porter. Now not only was the number of shit stories weird, but the place was strange too. Now normally the shit's in the women's room; this was all mens' room. Now, it was sometimes in the urinal, sometimes smeared on the walls, sometimes on the floor, and sometimes, the classic, all over the seat.
Today was different. Very different. And it makes me think the person from today, is the same from the summer. That being said, today was a new one. The shit was literally smeared on the ceiling. Not just tossed, but smashed everywhere. Into the vent, just... thrown up there. Our darling cart/porter friend, just went in, looked, sighed, and walked away.
I can't stand people.