Today is my last day of work for the summer. My job is cleaning at a fancy restaurant in the early mornings when everyone has gone home. It seemed like a good job at first, since the pay was high and I got to work on my own without anyone looking over my shoulder. But as time went on, I began to understand how much I hate cleaning, especially the toilets. I seem to vaguely remember the reason I started university in the first place was so I would never have to clean up other people’s poo.

On the other hand, since not many other people like cleaning poo either the pay for this job was pretty good. So here was my predicament: quit the high paying job, or keep on working even though the toilets I had to clean were filthy? It wasn’t until I started to see things that I had no idea could come from another human being floating unflushed in the toilet bowl that I decided, by and large, it was time to leave the janitorial work to hardier people than I.