Super Secret Lady Place

I've described in an earlier post some of my hair raising experiences in the washrooms of Mark's.  Suffice it to say there have been a few aftershocks while cleaning those spaces since.  One is of note, however.

I discovered a spot in the employee washroom that I had never noticed before.  I never noticed this spot, because I hadn't taken a seat on the toilet until that time.  Let me explain.  I do my best to avoid doing my business in public places.  The reason is simply that other people's behinds have been on that toilet.  Now I don't know where those arses have been or what they've been doing when they were there.  So, I try not to have my butt share surface area with other butt's.  Anyway, it couldn't be avoided this time and as I sat contemplating life's little intricacies, I looked to my left and noticed a chrome panel on the wall.  In this chrome panel was a little flap.  Foolish me.  Behind that chrome panel was the Super Secret Lady Place.  This is the place that ladies put their super secret presents.  And it was full.  And I had to clean the bathroom that night.  After a quick gut check I decided that my employer did not compensate me properly to such work, so it would remain undone.  I had found the line that I would not cross.

Just as a note, a couple of weeks later, the Super Secret Lady Place remains uncleaned.

And So It Begins

We had our first snowfall of the season the other day.  For Northern BC, it was not too early in the year, so we shouldn't really complain.  However, it brings the harsh reality that winter is coming into sharp relief.  I realise that I have to get my leaves raked and the Christmas lights up.  Yes, you have to put up your Christmas lights up by the end of October because you may suffer frostbite and/or have to shovel snow to put your ladder out.
 
Another side effect of having our first snow is the sudden realization by the general public that winter is coming and they have done nothing to get ready for it.  Jen has had a run on winter tires at Canadian Tire and we have been seeing a load of long johns and other winter gear selling at Mark's.  It is amazing that people that live in a place where winter lasts for the better part of 6 months don't see it coming.  Of course, it could be a summer and autumn full of denial that you live within spitting distance of the arctic finally comes crashing down when the snow finally flies.

What is Google?

Just a bit of 7 year old wisdom.  I was introducing my class to Google in the computer lab a while back and I asked if anyone had heard the word Google before.  About half of the class said they had heard the word before.  When I asked who knew what Google meant a little boy put up his hand and told me that it was when you were in class and you were looking all over the room at everything and not paying attention to what you supposed to be doing.  There you have it.

You want me to do WHAT for a dollar?!?

I may have mentioned in an earlier post, that when I was hired at Mark's, I was made a keyholder.  That means that I have to be Shift Leader often times.  This means that I am responsible for counting the tills at the end of the evening and making sure that all of the new teenagers we've hired do their job.  Another unfortunate part of being Shift Leader, is the cleaning.  In particular, cleaning the bathrooms.  For all of this responsibility I am rewarded with the princely sum of an additional $1.00 per hour.

My duties as Shift Leader have not been an issue...until last night.  That was when someone decided to car bomb the customer washroom.  It was a full on fecal attack.  Not only did this person leave ample evidence of their crime in the toilet, they made cleaning of the scene difficult by plugging the toilet with their offence.  I tried to unplug the toilet with the plunger, only to find that the plunger was defective.  The damn thing would only push down and not come back up.  I decided at this time that the situation had exceeded my pay grade and abandoned the effort.

Oh Yeah...

Jen was asking me earlier in the week, why I didn't subscribe to the NFL Sunday Ticket any more.  I had subscribed for a couple of years before letting it slide last year.  When she asked, I reminded her that it cost of $200 for the season.  Until today, I forgot the real reason.

During the week I found out that Cleveland would be televised on CTV.  That is good news, as I'm a Browns fan and I haven't seen them play in over a year.  When the game started, the excitement left and that familiar sinking feeling returned.  It quickly came back, why I decided to save my $200 for a better cause, like flushing it down the toilet.  Now I remember how soul destroying watching the complete incompetency of my chosen football team was.  Seeing week after week, the poor play and poorer choices of the coaching staff was a rude awakening.  I am a much less grumpy person on Sundays when I don't have to witness the dismanteling of my chosen (poorly) team.