I'm fairly certain that mopping up human leakages isn't in my job desription
Work was okay today. We managed to get things done reasonably quickly, considering that only five of us turned up.
However, I have decided that there are some things that can prove utterly vile for a housekeeper like myself. No, I'm not talking about picking up dirty flannels or slimy soap. No, my friends, I'm talking about walking into the bathroom of suite A and finding urine on the shower floor. I'm not joking, either. There was piss all over the floor of the shower, and some of it was even up the walls. X-( It was so disgusting. Thank God I had the mop handy. I refused to clean that up with a towel.
Who would be so vile as to urinate in the shower, anyway? How unhygenic can you possibly get?
However, at breaktime, I had to feel really sorry for Rachel (who I've known since I was about two, as she's one of my mother's best friend's daughters) and Casey. They were apparently cleaning a room in the other building and found that the toilet was filled with poo:
Casey: "It is disgusting! They must have eaten concrete, I'm telling you! It had to have been a man."
Lovely.
Then we all proceeded to talk about messy beaches, rotten seaweed, decapitated fish heads and suchlike (Rachel and I were remembering the times our families used to go on fishing trips to West Bexington together, and how Rachel's mother once trod in a puddle of fish innards during one of these trips).
What a charming conversation to have.
So, yes, anyway, I've been home for an hour or so, and I am bored stiff. What to do, what to do....
However, I have decided that there are some things that can prove utterly vile for a housekeeper like myself. No, I'm not talking about picking up dirty flannels or slimy soap. No, my friends, I'm talking about walking into the bathroom of suite A and finding urine on the shower floor. I'm not joking, either. There was piss all over the floor of the shower, and some of it was even up the walls. X-( It was so disgusting. Thank God I had the mop handy. I refused to clean that up with a towel.
Who would be so vile as to urinate in the shower, anyway? How unhygenic can you possibly get?
However, at breaktime, I had to feel really sorry for Rachel (who I've known since I was about two, as she's one of my mother's best friend's daughters) and Casey. They were apparently cleaning a room in the other building and found that the toilet was filled with poo:
Casey: "It is disgusting! They must have eaten concrete, I'm telling you! It had to have been a man."
Lovely.
Then we all proceeded to talk about messy beaches, rotten seaweed, decapitated fish heads and suchlike (Rachel and I were remembering the times our families used to go on fishing trips to West Bexington together, and how Rachel's mother once trod in a puddle of fish innards during one of these trips).
What a charming conversation to have.
So, yes, anyway, I've been home for an hour or so, and I am bored stiff. What to do, what to do....