[ TT ] [ RF ] You 've got 20 minutes left on your shift , and the manager asks you to clean the bathroom .

``... Yeah so I'm really trying to get out of here early so that I can catch the end of the game tonight. We've been really slow today, so I'm thinking that it wo n't be an issue if I just duck out a little ear-'' 
 
 `` Sampson!'' shouts Heather over the noise of the oven. 
 
 *Goddamnit*, I think to myself, *she would do this to me*. 
 
 Christian and I make ourselves busy by beginning to fold yet another stack of boxes as Heather turns the corner to the drivers area of the store. 
 
 `` Sampson I know your scheduled to get off soon, but I'm going to need you to go clean the bathroom before you leave.'' 
 
 She walks away. 
 
 `` You know why she's doing this to me right? ``, I say to Christian as he halfheartedly goes back to folding boxes. `` I'm the only one in the last... fuck, actually I ca n't remember when someone here turned in their Two Weeks Notice instead of just quitting. I have the guts to tell her that I'll be quitting in two weeks, instead of just leaving like all of my friends did, and she just keeps giving me the grunt work because I'm out the door soon. You know, I understand why everyone else just left this sinking ship of a restaurant, but noooooo not me, I decided to do the noble thing and not screw over my coworkers by leaving us short-staffed.'' 
 
 Christian stares at me blankly. It's hard to tell what he gives less of a shit about, working here, or the rant I just gave. 
 
 `` Right... well uh, you have a goodnight man.'' I say to Christian as I turn to go clean the bathroom, hoping I can get this done quickly. 
 
 I make my way past the seating area down the corridor to the bathroom. I knock a few extra times before entering, as the door knob is broken and acts as if its locked sometimes. Upon entering everything seems to be fairly in order. Yeah, the paper towels need to be refilled, and the floor mopped, but that is n't such a terrible thing to do. 
 
 Then my glance turns to the toliet bowl itself. 
 
 *Oh what fresh hell is this*, I think to myself as I stare into the bowl. Through the putrid brown water, I can see where all the paper towels had went to; shoved halfway up the drain.
