When life gets a little too literal

Every job has its own level of shi*t to deal with, it's inevitable. Some days it's just a little bit of sh*t, other days it's a big load of sh*t, and, if your title has "assistant" somewhere attached to it, it's usually other people's sh*t that you have to deal with. However, on Monday morning, thanks to our friendly homeless neighbors, I had to take care of some literal sh*t on our company's back entrance. My life, it is oh so glamorous.