I worked at a beach resort during my final year of highschool. It wasn't just the disgusting state of the rooms and cottages left behind, but it was the intentional harm that people would actually take the time to perform. For example, on more than one occasion I found toilets that had been filled to the rim with sand. Poop smeared everywhere was not unusual; and neither was finding a bathtub full of urine.

The resort had a house on the beach that would be rented out for weeks at a time. There was one time we discovered the place ransacked and on another that the occumpants had beeen hoarding.

But the all time worse was when the city held a fire fighters international fastball tournament each summer. I was 17. Grown men sexually harrassing and grabbing me.