Shitty Friday

If wanted a factotum experience, I sure did experience one last Friday.
First of all, I did the stupidest thing of switching shifts with Elina on Sunday, she wanted a day off and I said there was no problem, I could work Sunday. The thing is that I can never say no. Ever. Especially related to work. Of course, five minutes later I wanted to kill myself, but then it was done and I got fucked. I'm a moron, for sure.
Anyway, Friday I worked in the kitchen, but it was ok because Fernando was working there and we had a few laughs, he's a nice guy. The problem with the kitchen is that you have to clean other people's mess, you know? Costumers, cooks, staff... They simply throw the dirty dishes and greasy plates and heavy cheese-slicers in the sink and you have to get rid of them as soon as possible, not to mention the soups. After 4pm you have to start cleaning the soup area (the cafe serves six different soups everyday, they might vary) and it's kind of a bitch because you must put the soup left in a tupperware and clean the big pots and they are always hard to clean, even though you put them in the dish-washer. So you have to find time to wash cups, plates, pots, and clean inside the kitchen. And the person who works in the kitchen is also reponsible for the toilets, see if they're clean or if there's still toilet paper left or soap. Quite a busy day, eh?

It was about 6:30pm and Elina comes to the kitchen saying 'Somebody did something not so good in the bathroom, go check it out'. I did.
Man, I don't know how to start describing the thing that I saw in the toilet. Yep, it was a turd, alright.

I didn't know what to do and how to get rid of that shit. Literally. First thing I did was to write a 'out of order' sign and put it on the door, because nobody had done it and costumers kept using the loo and making things worse. Well, next thing was to throw some bleach on it, see if it would dissolve the thing or something. I left the bleach doing its job for about half hour. I came back but it didn't seem to have helped at all. I went for plan B: the stick.
It was so hugely massive that flushing wouldn't be the solution. That U-shaped piece of shit wouldn't move and the stick appeared to be the only solution left. I managed to find a stick in the back and went for it, man... Disgusting...
Not only did I have to smash that piece of crap, but also take all the toilet paper which was inside the toilet... I know this technique of 'disguising' the shit under toilet paper... and certainly don't appreciate being on the other side, the side of the one who has to clean it...
I must have worked on the turd situation for ten minutes or something, but I made it, man...
I think this was the most Bukowski-like situation I've ever had in my life. Factotum written all over it...
I went home, drank some vodca with Red Bull. Beer afterwards. Cigarettes all the time.