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I work at a supermarket in which we have spill procedures. If you can be poisoned by whatever is broken you have to treat it as a chemical spill. One day a bottle of Tide laundry detergent was broken so we had to get in full gear. Nearly Hazmat for a damn detergent bottle, really? They next day a little boy pissed on the floor and maintenance cleaned it up with paper towels and no gloves. I shiver when I look at that spot. I'm still a little fuzzy on how our spill procedure works now.
I work as a bar back in a night club and when i am not moving around i stand on a milk crate so i can see over the crowd. While standing on the milk crate last weekend a girl came over grabbed my arm and the proceeded to throw up right next to me. She used me as a support for her to throw up. Then she turned to me and said "some one should really clean this up" and then walked away.
-Mike W, Roosevelt University
I've worked for four summers at a local pool. One day, a fully clothed kid asked if he could get into the pool. I said yes, assuming he would change first. He immediately jumped in the pool and started to drown because his shoes were on.
Were his shoes made of cement?