Chapter 17

“Carl just finished cleaning the men’s restrooms from the fifteenth to the twenty-fifth floor. He radioed in to say that two of the toilets were backed up on fifteen. One had Skittles, including the bag, as well as shit oozing out under the lid. The other was stuffed with cigarette butts likely stolen from the disposal receptacles outside the building—ew—and tons of candy wrappers. What is wrong with these people?” She threw her hands in the air.

“I’d win the lottery if I had an answer for that.” Pranks like this happened at least once a month. I shook my head. “Get maintenance on it, would you?”

“Will do, boss.” She left to take care of things and I made a note in my logs.

Just another fabulous day in housekeeping.

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At six o’clock that evening, the night crew came on shift, and I joined them, wearing one of the contractor’s T-shirts.