When personal habits become a public spectacle

My first job was working the floor in the mens department of a discount clothing store. I had to watch for shoplifters, hang up clothes, help customers and keep the department looking presentable.

That job gave me my first insight into how disgusting other humans can be.

Taking care of the men's dressing rooms was the worst. We had small trashcans in each one for pin's and tags that would come off of the shirts. People didn't put trash in these cans, they peed in them. Constantly. I was always dumping gallons of pee out of these things. Other folks would take new underwear packages into the dressing room, put on a clean pair and leave the shit filled ones on the floor for me to find.
Worst of all they didn't even pay for them on the way out.

One time I saw a parent directing her 4 year old son to urinate all over a rack of winter coats. Up and down all around he happily sprayed. "What the hell" I loudly exclaimed, the parent grabbed her son without letting him zip up and he left a dribble trail as they hurried out the door.

I had to fill in and work the toy department once in a while. The kids would remove the toys off the hooks by pulling straight down ripping the hole in the cardboard box. This prevented the toy from ever being hung back up. Since all the toys were really shitty and cheap nobody bought them. Gradually all the torn up re-taped toy packages ended up on a floor shelf. One Christmas eve I was working late, making my rounds just before closing when I noticed that some sick sombitch had sprayed diarrhea all over every toy in an 8 foot radius. The stench was terrible and droplets of poo dripped off of shelves of toys.

My boss wanted me to get a rag and clean the shit off of all the boxes before I went home that night. I told her to kiss my ass and call a maintenence crew because I wasn't cleaning up Xmas hazmat shit spray for the next 6 hours. It's fucking Christmas morning for Christ sake and $3.35 an hour doesn't cover me going elbow deep in fecal pudding.

My part of of the Country doesn't believe in flushing toilet paper. It's a cultural thing. Maybe toilets in Mexico can't handle the Charmin. Listen! You are in the USA now you non flushing toilet paper - throwing your shit rags on the floor, mother fucker. You are not even trying to hit the trashcan with your asswipes. Guess who has to clean up a four foot deep pile of poo stained ass rags? Yours truely of course. Oh lookee some asshole has written on the wall with his own feces. How can someone know how to spell "viva la revolution" but not realize that poop is verboten as an art medium?

This was my first shitty job. More to come.