41percentjanny
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So its small world after all, today my boss called me this morning saying that a known junkie in some shitlords apartment oded two days ago, and I had to go and clean it up. It was a typical shit apartment, for a heroin junkie, needles every where, and the whole place reeked to high hell, of not just the regular decomp rot, but of chemicals, and cat piss, and yeah the police already had the body moved the night before, and based off obvious accidental od ,drug parphalia, and drugs in her system, and lack of a suicide note From what I heard from the land lord, the only reason she got discovered was because she was supposed to meet up with her friend on saturday to go do god knows what.
The over all clean up, needed really was minimal despite the smell, it was contained into her bedroom, and out typical response to decomp, is just bag every contaminated thing, including carpet, and scrub throughoughly and send the contaminated stuff to the incinerator at the waste managment place we bring it to. Anyways so I thought it was a typical day of just cleaning and scrubbing, until we moved the dresser and a bunch of pictures fell out, and it was here the deceased and my ex, fucking, now I've been away from my ex for a long time, I hate his guts, because he's a fucking abusive narc, who made my life a living hell. To the point where I was drinking every day to cope with my situation, and I just can't help but to feel some sense of how should I saw, retribution, and I checked he was still messing with her up to her od death, on how much its gonna hurt his fees fees, when he finds out that she's in the morgue. I hate to admit it, I feel bad saying it, but this would probably be a pain, that would compensate for the years of pain I endured with him. I made friends with an ex of his after I left when he talked to to me about how stalking was better than sex, and I found out who he was stalking, just to tell her, if you need to go to police, I'll come with you because he told me what he was doing.
He really breaks girls down to nothing, in some instances, I left because I couldn't take the painful destruction of self anymore. As I'm typing this I can't help to say this is the first time I really got into the headspace of a humanization of a scene I was cleaning, most of the time money drives me to detach myself. It's really not hard to chip brains off a wall, or clean up blood if you forget a human once had said blood and brains I wonder was she deep into her addiction before or after she met him? because there was a lot of needles. Oh well, all I know is that when it hits hims she's gone, he's going to divert to emo bitch mode, and act like nothing he did was wrong, and his shell has been pierced of some gay ass shit that belongs in 2008. I'm keeping my mouth shut about me being the janny so I highly doubt he's gonna narc rage my email, I'm just amaze balls over the possible fact it's gonna hurt him that the poor girl possibly chose that oding was better than living with the reality she's with a pig trotter. Not only did I got paid well by the landlord for a good job done, I get to see my ex hurt for something he probably willed into being by being an abusive prick, and he won't be narc raging as hard because he knows shit about me being a crime scene janny, it's like christmas. He took my confidence, and self esteem for two years, god snuffed out his junkie gf probably as an act of mercy for possible barbaric treatment, and I get to watch front center as he breaks down with pop corn on his timeline. Its true karma, alot of people with abusive exes will probably even thinking of revenge would go all pyscho, but this is just wow, god really must be punishing him, or something, because I can't think of anything more satisfying than the thought that he's going to ree, and it will possibly be all his fault, and I know he probably ruined her mentally to the point where she may have doped up, because I'm not the only person who exhibited the self medication route. The one ex whom I buddies with did the same but only pain pills instead of heroin, or booze like me.
I think this has restored my faith in god you guys, because this is just too, how should I say, to ironic of a way for it be random. Idk all I know is just I feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing that he'll feel like somethings been taken from him unfairly, just how I felt when he did that daily to me. While I regret that the poor girl must have endured some hard ship up till the od, I'd never thought I'd be the person to clean it up. I'm saying nothing about it to him directly, because truthfully he narc rages, bad, and if he knew that I was one of people to clean up after she was found and sent to the morgue, then idk what would happen but. I am keeping an eye out to see what the blow back will be, with pop corn, and a bit a of wine to watch the amusement.
The over all clean up, needed really was minimal despite the smell, it was contained into her bedroom, and out typical response to decomp, is just bag every contaminated thing, including carpet, and scrub throughoughly and send the contaminated stuff to the incinerator at the waste managment place we bring it to. Anyways so I thought it was a typical day of just cleaning and scrubbing, until we moved the dresser and a bunch of pictures fell out, and it was here the deceased and my ex, fucking, now I've been away from my ex for a long time, I hate his guts, because he's a fucking abusive narc, who made my life a living hell. To the point where I was drinking every day to cope with my situation, and I just can't help but to feel some sense of how should I saw, retribution, and I checked he was still messing with her up to her od death, on how much its gonna hurt his fees fees, when he finds out that she's in the morgue. I hate to admit it, I feel bad saying it, but this would probably be a pain, that would compensate for the years of pain I endured with him. I made friends with an ex of his after I left when he talked to to me about how stalking was better than sex, and I found out who he was stalking, just to tell her, if you need to go to police, I'll come with you because he told me what he was doing.
He really breaks girls down to nothing, in some instances, I left because I couldn't take the painful destruction of self anymore. As I'm typing this I can't help to say this is the first time I really got into the headspace of a humanization of a scene I was cleaning, most of the time money drives me to detach myself. It's really not hard to chip brains off a wall, or clean up blood if you forget a human once had said blood and brains I wonder was she deep into her addiction before or after she met him? because there was a lot of needles. Oh well, all I know is that when it hits hims she's gone, he's going to divert to emo bitch mode, and act like nothing he did was wrong, and his shell has been pierced of some gay ass shit that belongs in 2008. I'm keeping my mouth shut about me being the janny so I highly doubt he's gonna narc rage my email, I'm just amaze balls over the possible fact it's gonna hurt him that the poor girl possibly chose that oding was better than living with the reality she's with a pig trotter. Not only did I got paid well by the landlord for a good job done, I get to see my ex hurt for something he probably willed into being by being an abusive prick, and he won't be narc raging as hard because he knows shit about me being a crime scene janny, it's like christmas. He took my confidence, and self esteem for two years, god snuffed out his junkie gf probably as an act of mercy for possible barbaric treatment, and I get to watch front center as he breaks down with pop corn on his timeline. Its true karma, alot of people with abusive exes will probably even thinking of revenge would go all pyscho, but this is just wow, god really must be punishing him, or something, because I can't think of anything more satisfying than the thought that he's going to ree, and it will possibly be all his fault, and I know he probably ruined her mentally to the point where she may have doped up, because I'm not the only person who exhibited the self medication route. The one ex whom I buddies with did the same but only pain pills instead of heroin, or booze like me.
I think this has restored my faith in god you guys, because this is just too, how should I say, to ironic of a way for it be random. Idk all I know is just I feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing that he'll feel like somethings been taken from him unfairly, just how I felt when he did that daily to me. While I regret that the poor girl must have endured some hard ship up till the od, I'd never thought I'd be the person to clean it up. I'm saying nothing about it to him directly, because truthfully he narc rages, bad, and if he knew that I was one of people to clean up after she was found and sent to the morgue, then idk what would happen but. I am keeping an eye out to see what the blow back will be, with pop corn, and a bit a of wine to watch the amusement.
