My shoulders slumped as the manager walked away. He hadn't believed me when I told him I'd just scrubbed those tanks yesterday.
I turned to glare at the tanks in question, frowning at the goldfish swimming within. Stupid, dirty fish. I shouldn't have been surprised that the manager didn't believe me. After all, the tanks did look filthy. But they always looked filthy! They looked filthy two minutes after I'd finished scrubbing yesterday!
I exhaled, rolling up the sleeves of my uniform and grabbed out a sponge to scrub again at the algae growing within the tank. At least this would keep me busy for the next couple of hours if I did it right.
-Inspiration from conversation at work.
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