No Joy With That Much Soy
A bunch of teens and a few people who were likely in their early twenties came into our small grocery store and stole all the mobility scooters. They jousted with them in the parking lot and in the store and absolutely trashed the back. This was in itself a pain to clean up since we have a Renaissance festival nearby this time of year which swamps us with customers, but what really sucked is what happened after we caught them all and kicked them out.
The exact moment I started to relax again, another employee came running up to the front to talk to the manager.
Coworker: “Those kids also trashed the men’s restroom!”
I didn’t think this would be too bad when I was immediately sent to clean it, but I took one step inside that door and vomited hard.
They had covered the entire restroom in SOY SAUCE, and no, I’m not joking. It was up the walls, in the toilet and urinal, and all over the floor, and that stuff smelled so bad
Then, when I had finished cleaning it all up, the same manager who told me to go back there berated me for taking so long even though I told them that I had no experience with legit cleaning supplies; I was kinda poor so rags and water were about the gist of it. That was the icing on the crap cake.