"Circle9, I think the compactor is broken." Exactly what I wanted to hear first thing after lunch.
Twenty-plus minutes running the compactor, digging through trash and bagging plastic to find the banana boxes jammed deep in there. And the two full bags of plastic some assbrain was too lazy to put where it belongs. I've decided until I get told to stop, I'm going to do my best to keep the compactor closed and locked when not in use. You know, like it should. To prevent shit like this from happening, presumably.
Also in the wake of this week's Steritech visit I've been informed that it's my job after all to test the thermometers and all that jazz. Not to worry, the ETL-LOG is ordering a bunch of shiny new thermometers and prettying up the food binder. Because that what was keeping me from doing this and not the fact that until this week nobody told me this was part of my job and I have more than enough on my plate right now.