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May. 3rd, 2007 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycol... I think I just made a major mistake.
I just got very, very angry. You see, we failed the cleaning inspection again and I am Not Putting Up With This Shit. The industrial cleaners, you see, include me and Sarah. I am paid by the university to be an industrial cleaner, and I know what is clean and what isn't.
I tried to be calm. I did. Honestly. I went to reception, got fobbed off, got a phone call and completely flipped the shit out at the Residence Manager. I pointed out that they couldn't charge us because it wasn't in the contract, and if they fancied pulling this one, I had a lot of problems I wanted to point out. I did point them out. I pointed out the broken window that still hasn't been fixed, the people wandering in and out often without ID, the mould, the fact that house was a bloody shithole when we first moved in. I said that we weren't paying.
They sent around the Housekeeping Supervisor. She is a frightening, frightening woman. How do you point out to her that yes, the dirt comes off at the moment, but the scum marks come up again after half an hour? That our shower water marks come up after every shower? That they are judging us by unfair standards, because it was like this when we moved in and even the cleaners couldn't shift it? That we don't have adequate cleaning equipment?
For god's sake. So I'm still absolutely furiously hopping mad right now, and she can come around and re-check on Tuesday all she wants, because this house is uncleanable. I will do what I can, but we can't keep it clean. God knows that we've all tried, but I live with two slightly random elements who are not the cleanest people on earth.
And I still have this bastarding cunting essay to write, and then I have to start revising, and at what point are we all meant to be cleaning?
... oh well. I know what I'm spending, apparently, all of Monday evening and Tuesday morning doing.
I'm not paying it if they try to make me. I really, really mean that. Especially if the window, the mould, and everything else, isn't sorted out. I know I'm sounding a little hysterical here, and I'm probably being unfair, but THIS IS NOT ON. Our house is cleaner than it was when we moved in, and that's all thats required.
Roll on private accommodation.
I just got very, very angry. You see, we failed the cleaning inspection again and I am Not Putting Up With This Shit. The industrial cleaners, you see, include me and Sarah. I am paid by the university to be an industrial cleaner, and I know what is clean and what isn't.
I tried to be calm. I did. Honestly. I went to reception, got fobbed off, got a phone call and completely flipped the shit out at the Residence Manager. I pointed out that they couldn't charge us because it wasn't in the contract, and if they fancied pulling this one, I had a lot of problems I wanted to point out. I did point them out. I pointed out the broken window that still hasn't been fixed, the people wandering in and out often without ID, the mould, the fact that house was a bloody shithole when we first moved in. I said that we weren't paying.
They sent around the Housekeeping Supervisor. She is a frightening, frightening woman. How do you point out to her that yes, the dirt comes off at the moment, but the scum marks come up again after half an hour? That our shower water marks come up after every shower? That they are judging us by unfair standards, because it was like this when we moved in and even the cleaners couldn't shift it? That we don't have adequate cleaning equipment?
For god's sake. So I'm still absolutely furiously hopping mad right now, and she can come around and re-check on Tuesday all she wants, because this house is uncleanable. I will do what I can, but we can't keep it clean. God knows that we've all tried, but I live with two slightly random elements who are not the cleanest people on earth.
And I still have this bastarding cunting essay to write, and then I have to start revising, and at what point are we all meant to be cleaning?
... oh well. I know what I'm spending, apparently, all of Monday evening and Tuesday morning doing.
I'm not paying it if they try to make me. I really, really mean that. Especially if the window, the mould, and everything else, isn't sorted out. I know I'm sounding a little hysterical here, and I'm probably being unfair, but THIS IS NOT ON. Our house is cleaner than it was when we moved in, and that's all thats required.
Roll on private accommodation.
