I hate to clean bathrooms. I am always super-clean in my own so I don't have to clean it so often. The problem is living with someone else. What's worse is having to clean them at your job. I refuse to work anywhere that wants me to clean bathrooms.
When I worked as a bartender/waitress at the world's shittiest Italian restaurant (conveniently located in Louisville, CO) I got promoted to assistant manager. Along with that promotion came the responsibility of making sure the bathrooms were clean. Two minutes into my first managerial shift, I proposed to put up the following sign: "POOP AT HOME." The owner didn't think it was a good idea. I didn't think it was a good idea to clean up another person's poop. Especially in the men's room.
The moral of today's story: edible body paint that's on the clearance rack will stain your body blue. Especially your nose.
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