u/soyyonosenadamas

I've asked everyone above me and gotten several different answers. Different managers have come and gone and they all say different things so I'll just ask here.

I'm the overnight coordinator and as such shrink out all damages on my way out the door. I don't know if all stores do this but we throw damages in banana boxes, lable them and thats that. We compost what we can.

My question is, what would you do with each of the following: Cooking oils, cleaning chemicals, dish soap, vinegar? There's more but these are just some examples. A leaking bottle of cooking oil cannot get dumped down the sink obviously but it also cannot be put leaking into damages. Where does it go? Cleaning chemicals I assume cannot simply be dumped down the sink. Especially corrosive chemicals like drano or bleach. Dish soap I don't think is inherintly dangerous but if the top is broken off of it I'm not going to just dump it down the sink. What do I do? Vinegar, can it get dumped down the sink or is it too acidic for that?

The other day I was caught about to put charcoal which apparently already had lighter fluid on it into a bannana crate. I was sternly told that was not okay and then it was taken from me but I don't know where they ever took it to. I just don't know, lol. Any advice or guidance is appreciated happy 4th sorry for my english.

Edit: what about juice?

I am from the US but ended up moving to and working in South America. After a break up with my girlfriend I ended up homeless there with only the clothes on my back. I slept in the streets on benches and the stoops of businesses. I fought. I went to the bread lines. I made friends and we would take turns sleeping to watch each others backs. I begged for money and food, was arrested multiple times but never ended up doing any time. I drank a mixture the local homeless would make of rubbing alcohol and water. I formed a comradery with my group. Eventually a wealthy family found me, gave me a job and helped me get back to the US. I came back feeling like the terminator.

I was homeless coming back. I had to move to a city I didn't know well to get into a homeless shelter. I spent 6 months there, basically the same deal in a different country this time with at least some sort of roof over my head. The food was bad, the rooms we shared were unbelievably disgusting (black mold, roaches, bathrooms literally caked in filth.) We weren't allowed out at night and couldn't eat at all after 5pm. I lost a lot of weight in there and I was skinny to begin with. I made some strong bonds with my bunkie in there who I cut contact with afterwards.

I got a job. Saved money. Got an apartment and left the shelter behind me. But I feel like I can't acclimate to a normal life again. Throughout everything I went through an unimaginable amount of pain and I never thought I would but I find myself missing those days. I can't make friends. I can't relate to anyone. I'm uncomfortable around people. All the respect I fought to earn in the street is now lost. I feel like Floyd Mayweather, 50-0 but nobody knows it. I can't speak to anyone about it all and it all plays on repeat in my head constantly.

Has anyone else experienced something similar after getting out of the streets? How do you deal with it? 26M.