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Mar. 18th, 2008 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolMY BOSS AND MY LANDLADY ARE CONSPIRING TO DRIVE ME INSANE.
Okay. You all know what job I do. I am an Early Morning Cleaning Monkey at the Union. I am very well-paid for this, but given I have to get up at about 6am and be in work for 7am and then go about my day at 9am, stinking of stale beer and Spray 'N' Wipe I deserve it. It's not a bad job, as they go; the hours are regular and I can nap if I have evening events. My supervisor is just mad but in a fairly reassuring way.
My bosses are evil incarnate, but they don't come in particularly early so I don't encounter them. Unfortunately, they have recently started living snippy notes to the extent where my supervisor had to give our little team A Talk about how we should be cleaning about fourteen zillion times harder. Basically, we're working straight out every day, scrubbing the undersides of sinks, chewing gum off the floor, stuff like that. IT IS NOT FUN and we're working our arses off.
We also have no cleaning supplies at the moment. The mopheads need changing rather regularly, and we get through buckets of disinfectant and all sorts. We're not provided with bleach for mystrious reasons that I can't tell. After weeks of warning that we were going to run out of mopheads, we did. After a week, we finally got some more! But only enough to last perhaps two weeks at a push. (If we had bleach, we could clean them, but no.) So we have to clean with dirty equipment.
And then we get a bollocking because the Union isn't clean. The Union is also rather skint, and they're slicing down staff hours where they can, but we work only two hours a day and can't really be reduced. Basically, the only option is to get rid of a cleaner nand replace us with a cheap and cheerful Eastern European agency cleaner, but this will be unpolitic.
I can't help but suspect that basically they're trying to force us into quitting just because of the sheer level of bullshit. Seriously, I can take most things but this level of crap is getting ridiculous. We've been told, for example, that we can't have any music any more, we can't 'read posters' (?!) and if we're too tired, hungover, ill, etc, we'll be sent home. So when we do finally quit out of the sheer level of madness, they will quietly replace us with agency cleaner.
This theory would perhaps seem more nonsensical if my landlady was not CLEARLY TRYING TO JOIN IN THE CONSPIRACY. As a lazy arts student, I have two days off a week - Tuesday and Wednesday. As such, I have a sneaky wee nap on these days and therefore feel sane and can take on the non-nap days. Sounds lazy, but it's really not. It's the only way I keep sane. Anyway, today we had a cleaning inspection, but since the house was clean, I launched myself into bed after work with the logic that I could get up and dressed in thirty seconds whilst Katie let the inspector in. Doorbell rang after about half an hour in bed. Except oh no, it wasn't the inspector! It was electricians, to fit emergency lights. So no sleep for me, as I perched downstairs awkwardly and cursed the new HMO regulations. Fortunately the inspector showed up too, but, you know, it was all fine.
I'll struggle through DocSoc tonight, and normally I could think to myself 'well, you know, I can nap tomorrow.' BUT NO because tomorrow at 9am someone is coming to fit firedoors, one of which will be on my door.
So you see why perhaps I'm a little paranoid that yes, they entire world is out to get me. Argh. *flails*
Okay. You all know what job I do. I am an Early Morning Cleaning Monkey at the Union. I am very well-paid for this, but given I have to get up at about 6am and be in work for 7am and then go about my day at 9am, stinking of stale beer and Spray 'N' Wipe I deserve it. It's not a bad job, as they go; the hours are regular and I can nap if I have evening events. My supervisor is just mad but in a fairly reassuring way.
My bosses are evil incarnate, but they don't come in particularly early so I don't encounter them. Unfortunately, they have recently started living snippy notes to the extent where my supervisor had to give our little team A Talk about how we should be cleaning about fourteen zillion times harder. Basically, we're working straight out every day, scrubbing the undersides of sinks, chewing gum off the floor, stuff like that. IT IS NOT FUN and we're working our arses off.
We also have no cleaning supplies at the moment. The mopheads need changing rather regularly, and we get through buckets of disinfectant and all sorts. We're not provided with bleach for mystrious reasons that I can't tell. After weeks of warning that we were going to run out of mopheads, we did. After a week, we finally got some more! But only enough to last perhaps two weeks at a push. (If we had bleach, we could clean them, but no.) So we have to clean with dirty equipment.
And then we get a bollocking because the Union isn't clean. The Union is also rather skint, and they're slicing down staff hours where they can, but we work only two hours a day and can't really be reduced. Basically, the only option is to get rid of a cleaner nand replace us with a cheap and cheerful Eastern European agency cleaner, but this will be unpolitic.
I can't help but suspect that basically they're trying to force us into quitting just because of the sheer level of bullshit. Seriously, I can take most things but this level of crap is getting ridiculous. We've been told, for example, that we can't have any music any more, we can't 'read posters' (?!) and if we're too tired, hungover, ill, etc, we'll be sent home. So when we do finally quit out of the sheer level of madness, they will quietly replace us with agency cleaner.
This theory would perhaps seem more nonsensical if my landlady was not CLEARLY TRYING TO JOIN IN THE CONSPIRACY. As a lazy arts student, I have two days off a week - Tuesday and Wednesday. As such, I have a sneaky wee nap on these days and therefore feel sane and can take on the non-nap days. Sounds lazy, but it's really not. It's the only way I keep sane. Anyway, today we had a cleaning inspection, but since the house was clean, I launched myself into bed after work with the logic that I could get up and dressed in thirty seconds whilst Katie let the inspector in. Doorbell rang after about half an hour in bed. Except oh no, it wasn't the inspector! It was electricians, to fit emergency lights. So no sleep for me, as I perched downstairs awkwardly and cursed the new HMO regulations. Fortunately the inspector showed up too, but, you know, it was all fine.
I'll struggle through DocSoc tonight, and normally I could think to myself 'well, you know, I can nap tomorrow.' BUT NO because tomorrow at 9am someone is coming to fit firedoors, one of which will be on my door.
So you see why perhaps I'm a little paranoid that yes, they entire world is out to get me. Argh. *flails*
