Some days...

Some days I just want to curl up in the fetal position and take a moment to reexamine my life.

Today was one of those days.

My job, normally, is pretty enjoyable.

I don't have a whole lot to complain about.

I bus tables, clean, carry around food, make coffee, and chat with customers.

Not bad, not bad.

...And, occasionally, I have to do a parking lot check.

I meander around outdoors with a dustpan and broom, cleaning up cigarettes, leaves, straw wrappers...

The average trash that clutters up the store front.

Today, I decided to be extra thorough.

I decided, hey, why SHOULDN'T I clean out every scrap of junk stuck under the bushes?

Amidst the discarded, forgotten rubbish of passing customers,

I discovered some horrifying artifacts.

A list of things I found on lot check today:

Wrappers

Plastic spoons, forks, knives

Cigarettes

Napkins

Screws

Leaves

Gum

Bread

Half a diaper

Condoms.

CLEARLY RECENTLY USED, stained underwear

It did not help that I missed my morning alarm and was sick the entire day.

It felt rough.

But I'm alive.

I came home, showered, and tried to take a nap...

I awoke in a cold sweat, whispering to myself...

"The bus tubs are overflowing! I need to get the bus tubs."

This is a re-occuring nightmare.