I don't like my job.

I work at a grocery store. I've made it up the ladder a little bit so I have extra responsibilities, and I have some people that I'm "over" in the loosest of terms. Every night we clean our own store and one of the things that I have to do is make sure the people I assigned tasks have completed those tasks. I'm sure a lot of you are familiar with this faux-management position where you have a low pay scale and lots of responsibilities you could get yelled at over. The restrooms are one of those responsibilities that you can get yelled at for and you have to make someone else do it. These are the things I hate. If you want me to make sure something is done correctly, let me do it. If you want me to delegate, give me strong people to delegate to. I digress. I assigned an old man, whom I thought was trustworthy, the restrooms and as soon as I could I went to check that they were clean. He said they were done and almost immediately upon checking I ran into an unclean amount of poops and pees. Here's how the conversation went. 

"Hey, I need you to pay more attention to the restrooms." - This was me. Thought it was a more respectful way to say that he didn't clean them. 

"I already cleaned them" And I don't feel like this is a reply to what I said, but more to what I meant. 

"There's poop on the walls." I cut to the chase because I was ready to go home. I like my house and my wife so Home is so much better than work and I try to be there whenever possible. 

"There is not. Show me."

So I led him to the bathroom where there was poop on the walls, but I also pointed out all the other stuff that needed doing. He was trying to pull a Tom Sawyer the whole time. "I wiped that pee. It won't come off." then I would take a small amount of TP and wipe in a very lazy way and it would come up. 

"Oh, so it's good now, right?" 

"Yeah, but do that to every toilet." If a genie gave me a wish, I would wish Amazon to go ahead and replace all retail jobs with robots. 

So we get to the wall that's got poop on it, and I don't really blame him for missing this. It was dried and crusty and seemed like more than one person had passed up on the poop wall. It's also possible that everyone has just been missing it, since it was well above the toilet and toilet paper dispenser. You wouldn't typically look for poop there. Underside of the seat? Sure, there could be poop there. In the actual toilet? Makes sense. It's almost inoffensive to find poop there. You expect it a little. On the wall almost actually reaching the ceiling? Why would poop be there? The old man was skeptical. 

We are standing there looking at this poop on the wall and he turns to me, "I don't think that is what you think it is." He has gloves on, just for information. 

"It looks like it is what I think it is." and He started to then scratch at the poop dots on covering the wall, to little effect. 

"If this was what you think, then it would come off." He is scratching with that technique everyone uses when trying to remove a small crusty thing from a smooth surface. Pinch your pointer finger and your thumb together and rub back and forth with emphasis on the finger nails so you can scrape it up from either side. It's a two front assault on this stuck on poop, that's eye level to me (I'm 6'5" for reference). Did I mention he was wearing gloves? I don't want anyone to think he's doing this barehanded. 

While his evidence for it not being chipped off by his scratching was compelling I still wanted him to try to wipe it down with some chemicals. "I still think we should introduce some chemicals to this." and as i was saying those words, he stuck out his tongue and ran his thumb across it real fast. Did I mention the gloves? He licked the gloves. Then started rubbing the poops vigorously with his newly wet thumb, where upon it turned into a smelly brown streak across the wall. 

I'm starting a job hunt, 'cause I want out of this.

Currently listening to TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME by The 1975.