Nothing gets my blood boiling at its highest more than people ignoring pest recommendations. It isn’t because I feel my words are the law of the land, but because by not doing so, it only leads to chronic pest problems. This was the case at one of my accounts at Penn Station, New York City.
I knew the account was going to be a pain in my ass when I saw urine stains streaking down from the walls. I bet you didn’t know mice can crawl up and down brick walls. All along the way they pee and shit. It looked like a couple of sewer pipes were leaking and the waste ran half way down the wall. The entire place smelled like mice piss. Not readily identified by civilians but undeniable to us in the business. During that first visit at the news stand, workers told me the only sighting were in the storage areas.
Knowing what I was getting into, I spent the next four months telling these people to secure their candies and to unclutter their storage spaces. However, they weren’t ready to listen and eventually the shit hit the fan. Shop attendants began greeting me with bags full of contaminated candies. No shit! I ain’t Nostradamus, but I predicted their asses would be stressed out about the candy just around the time they made their first bag offering. According to their long and sad looks, The Latino Jesus -me- would make everything alright. I reminded them what I said above, protect the candy and unclutter the storage space.
At that point, I was frustrated with the whole situation and annoyed that my supervisor had to get involved. He was no stranger to the situation. He made his decision soon after finding out about the bags, but all of this drama could have been prevented. You see the folks from the store wanted me to nuke the place with pesticides and not do their part, but our bodies can only handle so much exposure. After three weeks of stressing, and a couple of my supervisor’s two AM runs, the place began to see some relief. The soiled and piss contaminated bags slowly went down to zero. Of course, hopefully they didn’t forget my advice. Now, let me ask you this, what’s on your candy?