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the first thing you notice, is the smell all of the water just gets recycled and it gets so ***** you can't see through it the tunnel smells the worst where the cars come through and the laundry station is I either get told to punch in or that they don't need me go to the break room then maybe a car comes probably not if it's a Monday or if it's raining but suppose one comes anyway you get told to jump on it pull it into the tunnel then run down to the other end to catch it pulling it onto the lot you check what kind of a wash it is if you're lucky it's just an exterior but let's be honest it's probably going to be an ultimate upholstery coated in dog hair that the over privileged WASP stay at home mother pesters you to get out no matter how many times you explain it isn't store policy we don't cover dog hair ma'am maybe her toddler spilled an entire happy meal into one of the side pockets you do a ****** job she'll probably stiff you anyway you're out on the lot for hours just making the same clockwise motions with your hands over and over again this can last for hours then it's back to the break room where the bosses cut lines of coke off of the managers table the place reeks of something the IRS wouldn't like you're there from 8 to 7 and you're lucky to get 5 hours on the clock You get home and the smell doesn't leave and the first thing you want is a drink or a smoke preferably both and you want to sleep for hours sleep away the lesser moments and the bigger one but you know you have to wake up at 6:45 to drive back over and do it all again
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Working at the Car Wash
the first thing you notice, is the smell all of the water just gets recycled and it gets so ***** you can't see through it the tunnel smells the worst where the cars come through and the laundry station is I either get told to punch in or that they don't need me go to the break room then maybe a car comes probably not if it's a Monday or if it's raining but suppose one comes anyway you get told to jump on it pull it into the tunnel then run down to the other end to catch it pulling it onto the lot you check what kind of a wash it is if you're lucky it's just an exterior but let's be honest it's probably going to be an ultimate upholstery coated in dog hair that the over privileged WASP stay at home mother pesters you to get out no matter how many times you explain it isn't store policy we don't cover dog hair ma'am maybe her toddler spilled an entire happy meal into one of the side pockets you do a ****** job she'll probably stiff you anyway you're out on the lot for hours just making the same clockwise motions with your hands over and over again this can last for hours then it's back to the break room where the bosses cut lines of coke off of the managers table the place reeks of something the IRS wouldn't like you're there from 8 to 7 and you're lucky to get 5 hours on the clock You get home and the smell doesn't leave and the first thing you want is a drink or a smoke preferably both and you want to sleep for hours sleep away the lesser moments and the bigger one but you know you have to wake up at 6:45 to drive back over and do it all again
harry-j-baxter
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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