walked into the mechanical room of one of the main buildings today on
morning rounds, to find that raw sewage had backed up from the floor
drain overnight. The entire floor was covered in half an inch of ground-up kitchen waste,
toilet paper, and . . . other stuff. It smelled about as you would
expect, and my first thought was "Oh god, I pity the poor schmuck who has to clean this up"
My second thought was "Oh, wait. I am that schmuck."
Yup, this is what I gave up a desk job on a tropical island for.