Not The Favorite

It’s not my fault the cleaners suck at my office. I’m sure they’re very busy with all of the offices they have to clean, but come on people. When you see a table covered in spilled food and crumbs from a luncheon, would you not think as part of your duties as the cleaners it would be, I dunno, your JOB to wipe it off?? Yes, I also realize that some of us are pretty messy eaters. That’s not really the point.

This exact thing has been an issue for a while and they’ve been talked to about it by their boss. We have a little book here that we can write in if we want a specific job done and the cleaners initial in it every night when they’re done “cleaning.” Well, I wrote a note to say the table wasn’t cleaned off. Mostly as a reminder for me to talk to the lady who does a monthly inspection.

Well, I guess the cleaners found it very offensive because when I came in this morning, my desk looked like a tornado hit it. Things knocked over, my keyboard and mouse pad were strewn to the side of my desk, items out of place and piled every where. If you know me at all, my desk looks spotless when I leave for the night. Everything has to be exactly in its place, square to the wall and very neat. (Yeah, yeah, anal-retentive, yada, yada, yada…) I was NOT impressed.

If they would do their job in the first place, I wouldn’t have to write reminders for them to clean stuff.

Ugh! Bitches.

Labels: [Corporate Life], Rants