It’s like a horror scene
When I was 14, I began working in a motel that charged by the hour. The owner of the motel didn’t care about hazardous waste. When I opened the room she asked me to clean, my blood ran. The blood was everywhere. She had only given me kitchen gloves and bleach.
I was certain that there would be a dead body in the tub when I opened the shower curtain. There was only blood. The owner wouldn’t let me call and I didn’t want to be in trouble for bleaching the scene when I was only 14.
