This might be a better view.
This my friends, is a picture of one of the rooms I have to clean up. Normally there'll be four to five pieces of bones from a small to a large degree waiting on the floor ready to be picked up, but by some stroke of luck, one of the guard rails gave up and tumbled nearly an entire two skeletons on the ground. What should have taken me two hours tops took me nearly three.
It smells like raw meat. Nothing too heinous is to be found in the room except the odd rotting piece of meat stuck underneath the belt. The main factory floor is what stinks the most, with one particular portion resembling the smell of when you wipe behind your ears or an unwashed belly button or the grime in the corners of your big toes, but a bit more putrid and sharp.
I estimated it around 20 minutes due to sore hands and being exhausted.
Tonight four of the islander women decided to call in sick after they got into a fight on my night off. My boss, whom I've lost respect for over dealings with the meth head he finally fired last night, is going to give them a warning. About time, as they continuously take forty minute breaks and do a shit job hosing their section of the factory.
