Hand and Knees. Scrubbing dirt from the mens room floor. The automatic urinal flush comes on and I get sprayed in the face. New thoughtful ways to degrade.
Wheezing and eyes glazed I bunk off in a fog of human residue to write poetry about how much I hate my job. "Do you have PPE for self-esteem"?
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