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CLEANING FREAKS ....A Rant

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#1

Ok…let me just say up front…that I am not a slob…and I enjoy a clean relatively germ free, organized work environment…I did a hitch in the military, so I know how to square away my personal drop zone…I also take pride in leaving my workspace cleaner than I found it…That being said…

For some reason…the 911 Center is the only office in the Courthouse that doesn’t benefit from a custodial staff, ( they quote “Security regulations”, but they allow offenders who are sentenced to community service in to perform custodial chores…WTF??? I guess known criminals are better than ‘risky’ janitors) we’re a small operation of 6 people who work in 10 hour overlapping shifts… not a “high traffic” area at all, but there are SOME amongst us…that INSIST that the joint get cleaned ONCE every 10 hours! They will come in …and mop a floor that a “Community Service Volunteer” just mopped an hour ago! Then they get upset that all the cleaning supplies are gone, and that not everyone shares their obsession!

Case in point…SOMEONE yesterday used the last roll of paper towels cleaning BETWEEN the Keys on their keyboard…this morning…I spill coffee…and have nothing but a couple of fast food napkins to clean it up with…totally inadequate to the task…Nothing to be done at 0530 about it cause custodial staff doesn’t clock in til 09…The OC Disorder Posterchild comes in only to take me to task at me about my “Half #*@((!&#$ attempt” to clean up the spill…AAAAUUUGH!!!

Fer some reason these same geniuses don;t seem to grasp the concept of consolidating garbage! Wonder if the amount of money that the county spends on trash bags would equate to a payraise if SOME people took all the trash cans…and dumped ALL the TRASH into a central trash can (thus saving 5 bags) instead of insisting that a can must be taken and sanitized and given a fresh liner everyday? I can sit here…for 10 hours and in my workspace receptacle there be a water bottle lid…a couple of envelopes…(MAYBE) 2 or three bits of junkmail…and some scratch paper…

How bout…we clean up after ourselves and get some help for that Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder? Just a little tip for stress free livin’…

#2

for those who wonder why the rant…

This comes just a day or so after Bart was instructed by his missus that washcloths are to be stacked according to size AND thickness!

hehehehe

Andre’

#3

I also understand that she makes him roll his underware military style before placing it in the dresser…:smiley: :wink:

#4
Bart Salmons said:
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How bout…we clean up after ourselves and get some help for that Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder? Just a little tip for stress free livin’…


Hey Bart, :wink:

What you suggest those OCDers do? Hang out on the Internet or take up GRR? :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

#5
Warren Mumpower said:
I also understand that she makes him roll his underware military style before placing it in the dresser...:D ;)
Does she also give him the "quarter bounce" test on the bunk..er, I mean bedsheets?
#6
Warren Mumpower said:
I also understand that she makes him roll his underware military style before placing it in the dresser...:D ;)
No I keep a full issue for display purposes......just have to dust it occasionally
#7

Do YOU feel better now???..:wink:

#8

Nope…I have plenty of rants left…

#9
Bart Salmons said:
Nope....I have plenty of rants left......
Guess I should get out the bug spray I use on Fred..............;)
#10

Hopefully a c hange of underwear for him does not mean turning them wrong side out and going a second day with them. Just remember Bart the brown goes on the back outside and the yellow to the front outside for the tee shirt the lable goes in the back.

Oh damn do I miss the depravation of South East Asia and the war games there. Having been a second place participant in the 1960-74 games I can tell you that I’ll never be without clean whites again.

I have to empathize with Bart, I have worked shifts in a simular situation, and the down side was it had gotten so bad that no food or drink were allowed in the operations area. Try working where you have to get up and walk 10 or 15 feet for a swallow of coffee only to have an alarm go off as soon as you get to the coffee or get a mouth full of donut.

The we had the idiot that thought we should wear Scott Air Packs during fire drills to continue operations but did not want to pay for the special glasses that I needed to see to use the keyboard and screens. It was a real hoot, belive me, everone in there wore glasses in less that 7 minutes into a drill all systems were off the air or down.

Bart, hang tite, it could be worse.

Ron

#11

I still have my sea bag packed with wash kackies, skivies and socks in hopes that I’ll get called to go back to sea. :smiley:

My lovely bride knows that I miss the sea, but does not understand why I have no interest in a cruise. I rode one of the Washington State Ferries and stood out on the weather decks and felt the diesels bring the ship to life. It sure brought back pleasant memories. But it just wasn’t the same…

SteveF

#12
Steve Featherkile said:
I still have my sea bag packed with wash kackies, skivies and socks in hopes that I'll get called to go back to sea. :D

My lovely bride knows that I miss the sea, but does not understand why I have no interest in a cruise. I rode one of the Washington State Ferries and stood out on the weather decks and felt the diesels bring the ship to life. It sure brought back pleasant memories. But it just wasn’t the same…

SteveF


I was never in the Navy, but I know how that feeling works. Last spring we visited my brother out in Sandy Ago and took a stroll down by the water front. There were about 3 cruise ships in port at the time and my wife commented on what it would like to cruise on one of them. I kinda looked accross the harbor and said if I ever took a cruise, that ship over there would be the one I’d like to sail on…refering to the John F. Kennedy…:wink:

#13

Nope,

I rode the USNS Daniel D Sullivan all the way from Oakland to Inchon with stops in Hawaii, Guam, Okinawa and Yokahama even made it to the Infamous Zebra Club in Yoko, just not my bag of tea, although I can see how some could get into it.

After being an Army Troop for a number of Years before going Air Force, I can say that there is nothing like a flight line at night. There is just something about what goes on with the blue lights and markers and watching a pair of fighters going out with afterburners lit. Just nothing like it.

Ron

#14

I’ll agree with Ron about the flightline at night. It’s an awesome sight and it always gave me an awesome feeling. I didn’t see too many fighters, but the B47’s and B52’s were a thrill to watch and work on. Maybe the government needs to have an old fart’s military so we can show these young bucks how it’s done…:smiley:

#15

And this brings me to PArt Deux of said rant…OC Disorder Child came close to death yesterday…how close they don’t even know…They meddled with the Holy Grail…the thing that makes life worth living…the giver of life and all that is holy…the…COFFEEPOT!!!

I am the oldtimer at the job…since 1994…I have outlasted everyone…and as such I’m the only coffee drinker left…kids today don’t understand that coffee SHOULD be sliced and buttered…the longer it cooks the better it is…and that cleaning a coffee pot is much like retiring an American Flag…both should be done reverently and infrequently…

Before leaving home…I had the Saftey pot…this engages basic functioning and makes it safe for me to drive…once I arrive at the office…between 0430 and 0500…the pot is made that brings higher brain functions on line…intelligble speech…reasoning…tolerance for morons who clean too much…

I assemble the ingrediants that will combine to make the holy nectar…that life giving fluid…the sultry brown, caffeine loaded, pulse pounding nuclear brain damage…Pour the water…all is right in the world…

Until the first sip…something is not right here…Instead of a hearty snootfull of Columbia’s finest…I smell…a raw pungent aroma…it is…Chlorine…I question…But how…I used Springwater for the coffee…not one to trust the plumbing in the courthouse…nor the frequent boil water advisories from the water company…my nose burns…my eyes water…

“I cleaned the coffeepot yesterday” Cleaning Freak says…“It was NASTY…” I know that it was not…it is rinsed regularly, and that I had shut it off and secured from brewing at the end of my shift the day before…

“you what?” synapses begin to fire…the mind slowly arises, stretches and scratches itself, slowly becoming aware…

“I washed it out with Bleach, it was nasty I know it hadn’t been washed and I just couldn’t stand it any longer…”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

#16

HE RUINED THE COFFEE POT…!!

That in my books is a capital felony…Grrrrrrrrr…!

BLEACH…!! What a moron!

#17

Why does that bring back memories of 2nd Lt. ninety day wonders from Air Force days?

Grrrrrrrr…!!!

#18

Its a She

#19
Bart Salmons said:
Its a She
Aaaaah so. Then you are doomed, Grasshopper. Shes are always right.

Bleach? In a coffee pot?
Could you have She certified and confined?

#20

Pray for her husband. He needs all the help he can get…:frowning: