How stupid can some people be? Like seriously man! How fucking stupid can some mother son be?! Idiotic jerks! Whorish bastard! Mongrels!
It was area acleaning again just now in camp. As usual, we have to do area cleaning before we book out. It's a routine. And you would think that by the fifth, coming sixth, week people will learn. But no! Nothing gets registered in their ultra thick ego-centric minds.
I had to clean the toilet because that is my job, I'm the toilet assitant. Well not exactly a glamarous job but hey, someone's gotta do it. I gotta clean the urinals that they have stenched with their urine and the toilet bowls that some fucking assholes have been to and totally forgot to flush. Plus the muddy boot marks they seem to have deliberately left behind as evidence that their fucking feet have stepped inside the toilet. Well fine. All of us have to answer Nature's call when it phones. But what happens after you put down the phone? The 10cents coin drop into the place where it's suppose to be. Fuck the name. Can't be bothered to think about it.
So naturally, after you shit you flush. Well bastards don't. That's why there are people like me who have to do such degrading job left undone by such scumbags. I was in to toilet for about thirty minutes. Cleaning practically every surface area that is visible and trying my hardest to get rid of the smell. Thirty minutes later, the smell is gone and the floor is clean. I was very satisfied. The two of us (two people were cleaning the toilet) were happy so we feel that it is safe to leave the toilet and trust that the others can maintain the cleanliness. It was fifteen minutes to stand by area time and I'm still not in my uniform. The area outside the toilet was wet so I had to dry it. That took me ten-ish minutes. I purposely take the extra effort to ensure that the area is almost dry so that for once the sergeant will be more pleased. It was something that I wanted to do for the platoon. I sincerely did it. But now since I'm telling it and bitching about it, I feel so dumb being sincere. So nope, I no longer feel sincere.
Sergeant came up and inspected the area. My bunk wasn't really dust free. The people inside seem to have forgotten to do some things right. And because I wasn't there, those things were left undone. I'm not being a show-off but some of them can't get their balls rolling. They just hang them and expect me to roll their balls for them. What to do, I'm the section whip ba. It's ok.
Now the toilet.
He called for the toilet cleaners. We went. He opened the door and showed us the floor. I think that either Hades must have dropped by and rewind the time or some mischievous ghost who wears several pairs boots of various sizes was playing catching with his friend who might also be wearing several pair of boots of various sizes in the toilet just before my sergeant's inspection. Yup. Must be either of these two choices.
At that very moment when I saw the condition of the floor, I felt that time has stopped. It just stop ticking after going back to the time when we returned from field camp with our muddy boots. This was how it looked like: Muddy boot prints nicely decorated the flooring while a pungent aroma slowly fill up the room. Yep, just like that my name was tarnished. Thank you guys.
Thank you for the birthday bash and the water parade (this one is where everyone was drenched: we were playing with water). And thank you for this. How can I forget? You guys gave too much. It's bound to be remembered. I understand that you and I need to do work. You need to dirty while I must clean. It's all fair. All's Well, End's well. Maybe next time you can try to shit in the floor and vomit into the urinals and'or the showers? That will be more fun. Yay!
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