So, today at work I had to be quick on my toes. One of the residents very kindly attempted to hand over (Literally) a rather large piece of freshly laid dooooo doo. I refused as politely as possible whilst steering his overflowing hand towards the downstairs toilet/shower room.
A little later in the afternoon, after taking care of that little problem, myself and another staff member heard a noise that resembled the howling of a wolf!
Upon investigation, we discovered the ‘Turd in the hand ‘ resident actually using the toilet, but he was sat pushing so hard that the veins in his neck were bulging and a howling noise was escaping from out of his throat.
I wasn’t sure what to do about his very personal predicament but he made my mind up for me by standing up and turning around to reveal a monster halfway out, halfway in!
The only thing I could think of to help the poor chap was to put triple gloves on and help him excavate as gently as I could.
He’s in bed now, fast asleep, leaving me alone to come to terms with my melting eye sockets.
I really like my job but on days like this, I wish I was doing something else.
Such is life!