At work today, I was trying to push the cleaning cart through a narrow balcony that’s full of disorganized chairs and not run over a woman’s feet, who was in my path. As I’m getting by the woman asks me if she should move.
“I can make it through.”
And she then says,
“OK, unless you like getting punched in the face.”
This place makes me want to vomit profusely.
Maggots everywhere. There’s a parade of them going into the huge freezer where the fresh produce stays. This is the third time the maggots are infesting the produce area and this has to be the worst so far. The cold doesn’t kill them it just slows them down.
when i’m putting towels and bed sheets in the cart, then turn around and there’s a guest right in my face i’m like;
First time i never felt like cutting my wrists and closing my eyes while working in produce tonight.
"I’m tired of making watermelon bowls."
I say bleeding watermelon juice from my eyes.