So. Thingsᵀᴹ have happened these past seven days. Enough to make me break my 6 or so years of personal post silence.

I have Experience to share.

I officially declare that it truly is easier to clean 5kg of sewer shit than to deal with people~

I'm not being hyperbolic at all. You can put 3, 4, 50 layers of plastic on your hands, feet, pants - really, any part of your body you want to protect, and wear a mask soaked in perfume as a shield between you and the horrors dwelling in the sewers.

But no amount of masks, gloves, or plastic bags on your shoes helps you to safely deal with people's inconsideration, lack of respect, and sometimes just plain stupid, short-sighted plans; like a senior coworker who is supposed to train you but on average exchanges 3 sentences with you per day; unhealthly proud relatives who need help and attack people for giving it - because why use a wheelchair when you can just suffer on your broken femur for the rest of your life~

Or a propriety manager who leaves everything to mascerate in shit for a whole week to ring every single cleaning service in town looking for the cheapest and does not call even ONCE my mother, the owner, or me, the main user for SIX. EFFING. DAYS.

Plus, once you throw the sewer shit away, it's done. You never have to deal with that particular piece of shit ever again. Whatever inner-logic or sense of priority makes these people act that way will come back up every time you interact with them.

That being said, the number of puns my friend and I came up with to talk about my shitty weekend was one of the best ways to start a week.