#7 Security Poop Again

It happened again this Sunday.  The worthless Sunday security guard calls me about shit in the alley doorway.

This time, there was no shovel in the trash room, so I had to be resourceful, and use a Dominoes Pizza box.  The dumpster door is right next to the alley side door, so it's convenient.
This time it was also on the wall.  There's a faucet in the dumpster, but I couldn't find a hose, so I filled up a champagne bottle from the recycling bin.  I was pouring water onto the shit-stained wall so the flies would go away.  It looks like I was being super fancy and just pouring champagne on a building...like it's a fucking celebration.

I spoke to one of my tenants, and he said he mentioned it to the security guard.  The worthless guard responded to him with "I call the manager.  I don't want to clean it.  I could get sick!"...so by all means, let the manager girl that just woke up clean it and get sick.   I can't believe I bought him breakfast on X-Mas day.  I take that apple turnover back, motherfucker. 

I yelled at him, telling him to watch the camera to make sure the zombies don't loiter around, because they will piss and crap around the building.  He says something like it was there before he got there at 7am.  Moments later, I walk around the corner and there's a crazy bag lady digging through three huge bags of trash she brought into our alley.

"DUDE! I told you to watch for homeless people in the alley.  There's one there RIGHT NOW.  Go shoo her away!"
He has this fucking smug little smile on this face and says, "Ok, I do it right now..."

THE WORST.

Actual Alley

As you can see, this little alcove is the perfect place for a homeless guy to shit