Today I found myself scraping rotten food from two day old dirty dishes into the garbage can. The best way I can describe the smell is... there is no way. I had to leave at one point because I was on the verge of throwing up. The steam from the water was carrying the smell and shoving it ever so rudely into my nostrils. In the end, I just stared into the smelly black depths of the garbage bag and thought “I am so much better than this”.
I had an absolutely miserable shift at work. I was pissed right off all night and things just kept adding up and pissing me off more. When I came in, the kitchen was upside down. I got to clean it. Then came the nasty dishes that should have been blown up rather than cleaned. After that I got to cut onions (which I hate), peppers, cilantro and zucchini. Naturally, because I was itching to get home, these two guys came in just as the kitchen was closing. I cleaned the kitchen again, finished setting up the dining room and suddenly Helen felt the urge to organize both freezers in the basement. SHIFT THAT WOULD NEVER END!
I don’t have much more to say unfortunately. Not a great day. I’m going to go ahead and say this was probably my worst shift since Valentine’s Day. I think I’m going to have a long hot bath and try to repress today’s memories.