August 14, 2012

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.


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