Forced to Clean Public Toilets

Summary

Pre-holiday rush, I prepped for a trip when Supervisor Victoria told me to cancel my flight—we’d drive her car instead. She said it’d save the department budget and give her time to mentor me, a “golden opportunity” others would beg for.

I believed her, spent six grueling hours as her unpaid chauffeur. At a highway rest stop, before I could breathe, she kicked a grimy mop at my feet. “Restroom stall’s filthy—go mop it,” she sniffed. “No custodian around, and I’m not stepping in dirty water. Young people lack initiative! I brought you here to groom you for promotion—can’t handle this, how will you lead?”

I almost laughed. The company would’ve reimbursed my one-hour flight; instead, I drove, saved her gas, and now I’m her restroom janitor? She tapped her foot, urging me to hurry for the client. Swallowing disgust, I grabbed the mop—then snapped a clear photo of the mess, opened Slack, and tagged the CEO: “@Chairman Harrison. Victoria says I can’t attend the client meeting unless I mop this rest stop restroom.”