Claudette has a problem with open windows . . .
which is bad because most of the stuff we are cleaning with is only supposed to be used in well ventilated areas. . .
At least I'm not assigned to Angwin and having to deal with Claudette's daughter in the mornings. This morning she decided to show an associate of mine which "style" she wanted her to clean the toliets in. It's absurd.
Still, things aren't fun in Calkins. Yesterday, I spent the entire morning shift cleaning one bathroom, that's how dirty things are and how clean Claudette wants them, anyway, this morning Clauette informed us that each of us needs to be cleaning atleast two to three bathrooms a morning. Nobody managed to. Though lines from "Nickled and Dimed" keep running through my mind I frequently am thankful that I'm working for an university and that there really isn't much they can do to us if we don't meet their deadlines.
I just wish they would pick one thing and stick with it. This goes for deadlines, quality v. quantitiy, and cleaning supplies.
Speaking of cleaning supplies, we never have enough, today we were all given one pair of yellow gloves that we are expected to keep throughout the entire summer. Mine are too big and keep falling down.
The powers that be really are anit-fun on any level. Walking down to Angwin after lunch, Claudette said to me, I see you don't have much of a smiley face today, yet a little bit later when the whole gang (and there is a whole gang in Angwin in the afternoons) was walking down to the supply cabinet one of the guys cracked a joke and a few of us laughed and Claudette shooeds us and said that this was "an adult job and that we were going to have to stop acting like children if we wanted to keep it" then a little bit later a few of us were smiling about some whispered joke and reprimanded us again and kept staring at us suspiciously. So I guess the only smiles are supposed to be in response to her "niceties".
At least I got to go out to "los" with a friend.
And during my morning break I got to listen to a wonderful voice message I recieved when I woke up over again :)
and it's another 17 hrs. or so until I have to see that woman again or smell Ajax or latex again.
4 Comments:
Don't you hate it when they expect things to be squeaky clean...really fast? That's always wretched.
Latex, eh? Don't develop an allergy. That could be a problem. :D
My my...with only slightly more detailed notes on the individual characthers of this story it could make quite a satirical book! Definitly pursue ur detailed account. Who knows...one day it just make so much money that the ppl cleaning floors won't have to anymore...(but then what happens to all the dirt?) [ROBOTS!!!!!]
Alas, the book idea has already been done to a far more extreme level. Read "Nickled and Dimed" by Barbra Eirenbrach. I highly reccemend it.
But a latex allergy would be such a lovely reason to quit . . .
I might be developing an allergy to Ajax though, my eyes . . .
I wanted to steal "Nickel and Dimed" from you this summer, but then realized that I already had too many books on my reading list. But I shall read it eventually!
I think you should tell them that you feel you're starting to develop an allergy, and unless they want to see you have to quit school to support a child, they'd better let you go without a fuss! ;)
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