In general, I clock in late every single day. I make twelve cents a minute, why should I care if I'm a few minutes late? Immediately after I clock in, I head for the restroom. Even though it's only 12 cents a minute, there's still nothing better than getting paid to expel waste. There's been times where I've held it in, because damnit, I don't get paid to shit at home.
So I sit there and I get paid. During this, I've found that my store's restrooms are frequented by a bunch of goddamn geniuses. This can all be proved with a quick look at the restroom stall graffiti that I've decided to document and post here. Sorry about the picture quality. My phone can only do so much, it turns out.
"This is my house"
"I pooped in your house"
"Place Drugs Here"
"I am Hell"
"Fuck Jews"
The palette jack post is coming soon.
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