Cajun Super Spicy Week

I didn't start out in the donut industry. I originally started in the chicken industry. Yes, it is absolutely as glamorous as you imagine it would be.

I worked in a store, as a fast food employee. We had a promotion that  I am going to call Cajun Super Spicy Week.  I call it Cajun Super Spicy Week because of what it did gastronomically to the customers. The problem with Cajun Super Spicy Week is that the low man on the totem pole had to clean the bathroom. AND I WAS THE LOW MAN.

Now, I can put up with exploding vegetables, my hands swelling up, eating a cat. But I cannot put up with what comes out of people when they have spicy cajun food. And I cannot put up with the general publics' bathroom habits.

Here are some of the things I was required to clean during Cajun Super Spicy Week:

1. Baby Diapers. Who hates their baby enough that they order them Cajun food? I mean really, you have to hate a child to do that to them.  But more than that, when they change their children, they often would put the diapers rolled up in random places for me to find. Like, surprise! A stinky little gift for you! My favorite was the woman who left the diaper in the sink and turned on the water and then walked away.

2. 4 Pairs of soiled men's underwear. Men's. I kind of would expected women's, but men's was a little weird.

3. Poo everywhere. Imagine someone took a fire extinguisher filled with poop and sprayed it all over the bathroom. That is what I would daily walk in to.

4. Toilet paper everywhere.  Ka-BOOM toilet paper explosion!

Well, after a couple of days, I got tired of cleaning the bathroom. I locked the bathroom, and put up a sign that said our bathroom was out of order and to go across the street to McDonald's.

After about half a day, McDonald's called and said that under no circumstances would we be able to have our customers use their bathrooms ever again. And also, that our customers were the most disgusting that they had ever seen. And that came from a McDonald's employee.

So yeah, that was about the worst week of work ever. But luckily, my family was there to laugh at me every day when I got home and was too traumatized to talk about it.

Because that is what family is for - laughing at you when you are covered in other people's poop.