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I’ve been looking for work. Unlike when I was in Kansas City, and in my past
life, I no longer have standards. I used to have certain limitations, which
stopped short of cleaning, food preparation or distribution, and interacting
with people too much. I think I’m going to still shy away from that last one,
since I don’t need to be exposing my wanted face to a whole bunch of people
every day. I’m also not good at smiling, whether it’s real or fake. I can
grimace. If you need someone to grimace awkwardly, and make everyone in the
room feel incredibly uncomfortable, I am your man. What I don’t like about the
other two things is that my health and sanitation standards are higher than
anyone else’s. That sort of stuff is hard to be around, because it will never
be good enough for me, and people find that rather annoying, if you can
believe it. But ya know, you don’t know how to wear gloves. You seem to think
that makes you impervious to cross-contamination, but that’s not how it works.
If you pick up a big piece of poop, throw it in the toilet, and then go back
to fixing my sandwich, you’ve just put poop in that sandwich. I don’t really
care that it didn’t get on your hands, do I? That was never my concern. Of
course, this is an exaggeration, but it’s plausible, since most people seem to
think that clothing is some magical barrier that prevents bacteria and viruses
from being transmitted, but I’m here to tell you that it’s not. Trust me. I
know pathogens. I suppose that all has more to do with food, which is why
cleaning doesn’t bother me as much. I mean, it really bothers me, but I
can immerse myself in it, and then come out clean on the other side. This
temporary place where I’m staying has a perfect system for me, especially with
my new dirty job. I’m a janitor, which is kind of always where I thought I
would end up. Now all I need is to become an unarmed security guard, and I
will be able to check everything off my list of jobs I either wanted, or
thought I would have to take. This isn’t so bad. I can clean myself off at the
end of the day in the group showers, and then step right into the tub shower.
That way, I don’t have to dirty up the tub. I know that sounds like overkill
to you, but I prefer it. The washer and dryer combo unit are right there too,
which allows me to clean my uniform every night before I have to use it again
the next day. It’s not glamorous, but it will get me by...for now.
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