Ugh, I should’ve been used to this by now. I’d been working here since I’d graduated high school two years ago. I’d just turned eighteen and had been excited to get my first real job. Now, I was sick of it and done. I couldn’t even get the Jack M. on my name badge changed to Jacques du M. because it apparently would “confuse things.” Whatever. At least, the toilet no longer looked like a chilidog gone wild.
I wiped the few beads of sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand and headed toward the open door to push out the cleaning cart to get ready to do the women’s john. I ignored the one dude who’d just walked into the men’s room with that thirsty face I’d seen a million times working here. Usually my age range, usually uninteresting.
By the end of the day, I clocked out and was rea
