It’s interesting to me the things you see in the workplace.
I’ve gone into the largest restroom in our building a couple of times this past month to discover things aren’t as…um…sanitary, let’s say, as they could be.
It’s routinely true one of the toilet stalls is blocked off with the tall, yellow “CAUTION! WET FLOOR” pylon. I don’t know what the problem might be with upkeep here, but things just seem to go to pot. (Pun intended.)
So I go into the washroom and as I step up to the sink to wash my hands, I notice little…chunks of something in the sink.
This is one of those long sinks, molded from a single piece of polymer, as typical in most Walmart stores now. Three basins with automatic faucets, no hot water to use, and a soap dispenser on either side. So I step up, reach for the faucet to activate it, and notice these little bits of…something in the bottom of the sink.
I recoil, and bend a little closer.
There’s a translucent, sort of mushy quality to them, and one of them is a white-brown sort of thing no bigger than a large crumb. The other is a pinkish piece of whatever, and it’s that pinkish color I recognize. I’ve seen it before. Many times, in fact.
I don’t know for sure, but it looked like a bit of vomit. I’ve tossed my lunch enough times to know the distinctive bits of pinkish detritus which dot the ejected material irrespective of what you’ve eaten, so long as it wasn’t too recent.
I jumped back and gagged briefly.
Who the hell is vomiting into the SINK, for the love of all that’s holy?! The toilet, which flushes all your unspeakable bodily ejections away into the sewage system, is only two steps farther away!
I stepped to another sink, inspected carefully, washed my hands and got the heck out of there as fast as my pudgy form would go without running.
I couldn’t get that little chunk of hurl out of my head the rest of the day though. I just can’t get over it. Most of the “people” who use that restroom are the hourly, mostly temporary, possibly illegal workers from the warehouse and assembly line. They don’t care, all they want is their low hourly wage, and don’t think about those of us who have to work here every day, probably forever. So they do things like smear feces all over the inner walls of the restroom stalls (yes, they’ve done that), vomit in the sink, leave the toilets unflushed…you name it.
I was a temp for a long, long time. More time than I ever imagined, more than I ever wanted for sure. And never once, not even ONCE, did it ever cross my mind, occur to me in any way, to be destructive and disgusting to the workplace paying me. NEVER.
I’m not sure what goes on in the tangle of neural garbage in the skulls of the “people” who do this sort of thing, but It doesn’t give me much hope for humanity at all.
At least it’s Friday, right?