Scrubber.

18 Oct

So along with all those bloody stairs, the biggest difference between my Boots store and the one in Drakes Circus that I used to call home is that we don’t have a cleaner.

That’s why I accessorised my uniform with a pair of fetching blue rubber gloves at 9:30 this morning in order to scrub our toilets. THE GLAMOUR. It was also a stomach strengthening exercise, which I failed as I was retching whilst emptying the sanitary towel bins.

Still. If you refuse to get your hands dirty, how can you expect the people you work with to do so?

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