Since I started six months ago, the huge hidden dangers of the hygiene issues with the security pants have not received the attention of the relevant personnel. When I first joined, my supervisor gave me a second-hand security uniform, which he said he had worn back in the day. However, it was clearly worn by other security personnel before it was given to me.

On the first day, I wore a volunteer shirt to work. That night, I washed this shirt in the washing machine and hung it on the windowsill to dry, and I wore it again to work the next day. Although it was very dirty, it was still wearable after washing, but perhaps due to its age, there were some issues with the security tag and the bottom of the pants. Over time, the problem of the security tag not sticking appeared, and the bottom of the pants began to crack, but it was not to the extent that it would harbor certain bacteria or viruses, so overall it was still healthy.

The next day, I wore this shirt to work, and when I took a photo during the morning shift, I didn't have a belt because it was forgotten when I was given the clothes. At that time, my earlier colleague Lin Haixiang found a belt for me, but this belt also seemed to be quite old, and later it became unusable, but that's another story.

When I got off work the next day, another colleague, Li Yang, brought me another set of clothes, so I finally had two sets of clothes to alternate for washing and wearing.

Later, the problems with the first set of clothes became more serious. Even after sewing the crotch, it still easily came apart, and the security tag often fell off. So, I reported this issue to the team leader and others. Their advice was to sew the tag on, so it wouldn't fall off. I remember that morning I went to the security booth at the south gate to ask for a needle and thread. Later, other places also couldn't stick the tag, and there was only one set of security tags, so it was impossible to tear it off every time to change clothes.

Until one day, the team leader collected sizes for new clothes in the group, at which point I reported the issues with the pants and shirt and submitted my size in the chain.

Perhaps considering that it would take some time for the new clothes to arrive, one day after clocking out, the team leader said, "I don't know when the new clothes will arrive, you can wear someone else's for now." After saying this, the team leader took me into the hallway opposite the west gate and pointed to a set of clothes on the stairs, saying, "This is the one." It was obvious that this set might have been left behind by another colleague who had resigned.

At that time, I had no objections and took this set of security clothes. Then, after returning home, I washed it in the washing machine and hung it on the windowsill to dry. Later, after the clothes dried, I packed them away, and at that moment I was surprised to find that the crotch was open, in a state where the seams were coming apart on all sides. I immediately took a photo and sent it to the team leader, saying, "The crotch of this clothes you gave me is open, and I can't sew it."

After seeing the photo I sent, the team leader told me, "Then you don't have to wear this one." So I continued to wear the original security uniform to get to and from work.

One day, someone kindly reminded me about the issue with the security pants. When I got home, I checked again and found that this pair of pants was also prone to tearing due to its age. At that moment, looking at the pair of open-crotch pants that had been left in the corner and worn by another colleague, I thought it might be better to sew this pair of pants, after all, this clothing should be sturdier than the older one.

So that night, I sewed the open-crotch security pants, and the next day I wore them to work, but a tragic situation began from that moment.

After only half a day's work, I felt a lot of pain between my thighs, and by the end of the day, it was red and swollen, making it uncomfortable to walk. At that time, I hadn't considered that it was due to the clothes; I thought it was some other condition. After returning home, I quickly used iodine and erythromycin for disinfection, and after a night's rest, it seemed to improve a bit. The next day, I wore the original security pants, and the symptoms were much alleviated.

By the third day, I wore the pants with the sewn crotch again, and as a result, the symptoms worsened that day, with redness and swelling between my legs. At this point, I basically confirmed that there was a problem with these pants.

So I speculated that these security pants must have been infected with some bacteria or fungi by a colleague, or something else. Logically speaking, these pants shouldn't belong to the older ones, and the crotch being so open seemed suspicious of being torn. I have no way of knowing whose pants they are, but I heard that there was a colleague who violated regulations and stayed in the dormitory for more than ten days without changing clothes or showering, so it should have been worn by him. Of course, this is just a speculation, but it can be confirmed that the pants harbor some unknown bacteria.

So I reported this situation to the team leader and planned to wash them again before bringing them back to the company. The team leader agreed to my request and said he would apply for new clothes for me. After a while, he sent a message saying that he couldn't apply for them now and would look for them in the warehouse. After searching, the team leader found only sizes 180 and 175, and the size 185 that fit me was out of stock. The team leader suggested that I try on the size 180, and if it fits, I should wear it; if not, I should make do with the previous clothes.

That day after work, I handed the washed problematic clothes to the team leader, and he got me a new pair of size 180 pants from the warehouse on the second basement floor. When I came out of there, I ran into the supervisor, but at that time, he didn't say anything.

The next day, the supervisor found me and said, "The crotch is open; just take it to a tailor to sew it up, and don't change to the size 180." I explained the real reason to the supervisor, that these pants had a risk of bacterial infection. I had only worn them for two days, and every day there were signs of infection, so I suggested that if they were to be worn by other colleagues, they should be disinfected first.

I don't know if the supervisor didn't believe what I said or for some other reason, but he insisted that I return the size 180 and said that the clothes were a set, and it wouldn't work like that.

A few days later, the supervisor passed by the Spring Garden while I was on duty, and he told me, "I found a tailor to sew that pair of pants; it cost me ten yuan. This money is considered mine. I'll bring the pants to you later, and you can return the size 180."

Later, the supervisor really brought me the repaired pants and then reminded me to return the size 180 pants. I asked, "Were these pants disinfected?" He didn't answer me, which clearly indicated that they hadn't been disinfected. Then I said, "I'll bring you the size 180 pants after I wash them."

When I returned to work again, I still didn't dare to wear these problematic pants, but the other pair was already washed, so I had to wear them, while I kept the size 180 pants in my work backpack, deciding to return them to the supervisor when I had the chance. However, the supervisor didn't ask for them, and I didn't take the initiative to hand them over. At that moment, the infection issue arose again.

The inner side of my thigh became red and swollen, and as time went on, it seemed to be sticking together, making it very uncomfortable to walk. I immediately regretted wearing these pants again. I went to the bathroom several times and applied essential oil and iodine to the infected areas, but it seemed to have no effect, which made me very frustrated. In the afternoon, I sent a WeChat message to the supervisor again, explaining that these security pants might have bacteria and that I would return them after washing them again. The supervisor replied that there was another size 185 available for me. I didn't reply to the supervisor's message again; I felt that these clothes should be dealt with to avoid circulating among colleagues and causing cross-infection, which was the most urgent matter.

Later that night, when I was patrolling and clocking in, I was almost moving while enduring the pain of walking. I happened to run into the team leader outside the west gate, so I told him about the situation again. The team leader said, "Then wash the clothes and return them, and let the supervisor throw away these problematic pants."

When I got home that night, I washed them again in the washing machine, deciding to hang them up to dry overnight and return them the next day. At the same time, after taking a shower, I checked the infected area and found that it wasn't just simple redness and swelling on the inner thigh; there were many small flesh-like growths in the adjacent area. I was still hesitating whether to go to the hospital. However, there is one issue that the company must pay attention to, which is the hygiene and safety issues in the circulation process of security uniforms. Therefore, I wrote this report tonight.