cleaning has its dangers
I think working is driving me a bit mad.
I work at a gorgeous little guesthouse in town. It has six bedrooms, a dining room and a lounge; I come in and make the beds, hoover a bit, do some dusting, and occasionally make toast and tea if I'm in early enough and the guests need some. Usually another girl is in too, and she cleans the bathrooms. In return I get paid both in money and things that the owners don't want to waste, such as bowls of strawberries or unneeded pillows or left-behind bottles of Jack Daniels. My boss also makes sure I have toast and mushrooms every day before I leave. Probably it's the mushrooms that've inspired my UNDYING LOYALTY, although to be honest I am extremely fond of anyone who feeds me regularly.
So this is all awesome! I have easy paid employment surrounded by nice people and plenty of perks! The problem is that I seem to be becoming... territorial.
And now there's a new girl. A new girl who doesn't do the bathrooms. She dusts and does beds and hoovers, like me. And it's almost like I've been getting jealous.
I walk into the dining room and the table has already been wiped and polished, and I get all huffy. I get the hoover out of the cupboard with unnecessary clatter, thinking, "Sure, you POLISH THE TABLE. Go ahead. I'm just going to HOOVER THE SHIT OUT OF THIS FLOOR. Yeah. How'd you like that, huh? HUH?"
Maybe the glass cleaner has been affecting me.
I work at a gorgeous little guesthouse in town. It has six bedrooms, a dining room and a lounge; I come in and make the beds, hoover a bit, do some dusting, and occasionally make toast and tea if I'm in early enough and the guests need some. Usually another girl is in too, and she cleans the bathrooms. In return I get paid both in money and things that the owners don't want to waste, such as bowls of strawberries or unneeded pillows or left-behind bottles of Jack Daniels. My boss also makes sure I have toast and mushrooms every day before I leave. Probably it's the mushrooms that've inspired my UNDYING LOYALTY, although to be honest I am extremely fond of anyone who feeds me regularly.
So this is all awesome! I have easy paid employment surrounded by nice people and plenty of perks! The problem is that I seem to be becoming... territorial.
And now there's a new girl. A new girl who doesn't do the bathrooms. She dusts and does beds and hoovers, like me. And it's almost like I've been getting jealous.
I walk into the dining room and the table has already been wiped and polished, and I get all huffy. I get the hoover out of the cupboard with unnecessary clatter, thinking, "Sure, you POLISH THE TABLE. Go ahead. I'm just going to HOOVER THE SHIT OUT OF THIS FLOOR. Yeah. How'd you like that, huh? HUH?"
Maybe the glass cleaner has been affecting me.