Cleaning Up
May 9th 2007 07:57
These are the people who put toilet rolls in the toilet-roll-holders, and fill up the hand-cleaning dispensers, and put out fresh teatowels, and wash up the dishes, and make sure the coffee machine is full of milk, and coffee, and hot chocolate and soup.
It’s a thankless job, being a cleaner, because most of the people you serve never see you, and even those that do fail to acknowledge your role in keeping them from being overcome with dirt and grime.
I’ve only ever had to be a cleaner on any real level a couple of times, both in food places. One was called Big Daddy’s and it was the forebear of all the fast-food franchises that pervade our cities. After working from some late hour serving customers until around four in the morning (when they finally all went home to bed) we would carry on working: cleaning up all the fat and grease and pots and pans and so forth. And then we would go home around seven in the morning, stinking of grease. The smell would linger on you no matter how good a shower you had.
At the other place, which was more of a sandwich bar, we used to have to do all those exciting tasks like wiping down tables and sweeping the floor and washing all the surfaces. I’ve never minded washing the dishes at home, but I don’t enjoy washing up after a crowd.
Cleaners are only noticed when they fail to do their job properly. Then we have nothing but condemnation for them. When they clean up well, and re-provide all the necessities, we have a mindset that somehow all these things just happen, by themselves.
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