Well I had a small work-related scare tonight.
First you must all know (for those of you who aren't informed of this already)--I work a half-shift on Monday nights, and fill in the missing four hours over the rest of the week (one hour extra each day). Not too bad a deal.
So anyway, this being Monday, I was only there for 4 hours (starting at 7 PM leaving at 11)
I get there only to find out, no, I'm not spending 4 hours helping clean Cardwell--oh no. I'm going to Stonehouse and doing that!
For anyone who hasn't followed my posts for any amount of time, Stonehouse takes 4 hours base minimum...and that's if you cut corners and only do the sheer basics. Even then, you're running around like a cracked-up, strung-out, beheaded chicken trying to get everything done in that amount of time.
Well--after organizing my cart (since my
darling coworker deemed it fit to ravage, ransack, and pretty much decimate my orderly cart)--which took 15 minutes--It was now 7:30. I had to be done basically at 10:30 in order to get everything put away on time for my ride to get there.
Thankfully, in the middle of my race against the clock, my supervisor and another co-worker from Cardwell showed up to help me clean. True, they scared the crap out of me by popping in without radioing to let me know they were there, but they were there to help, so no hard feelings. Funny thing is, one of them can't use their left arm, and the other can't use their right arm. So neither of them can really sweep or mop. All I had left behind me was vacuuming and mopping.
Somehow everything got done, but good GOD it was a madhouse out there. I think we got that building done in record time.
From your whirlwind-of-cleanliness of a vixen,
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Craziness!!!