There's only one thing worse than a customer, and that one thing is: garbage juice.
I hate taking out the trash and try to do it as little as possible.
I admit that I haven't mastered the art of trash removal yet.
The things people put in trash cans are disgusting, as they should be. But it sucks when I change the garbage and get garbage juice on me.
You know what I'm talking about. It's that stuff that drips from the bag even though there's no visible hole in the bag. It's the stuff that leaves a liquid trail from the trash can until you throw it in the dumpster.
My problem is that I always manage to get garbage juice on my skin or clothes. I don't know how it happens, but it does.
And even when I'm lucky enough to not spill garbage juice on myself, it somehow manages to attach its stench to my nose hairs, which means that's all I can smell for the rest of the day.
If garbage juice wafts up to my nose, that's it for me. I'm paranoid that I smell all day long and am constantly asking customers and co-workers if I smell like garbage juice. Surprisingly not many customers know what garbage juice is.
I'd probably take crappy customers all day long over garbage juice.
Maybe I should wear a garbage bag over my clothes and put a face mask on before I take out the trash....I'll sacrifice looking like a tool if it'll save me from that smell.