Cleaner is not better
Ugh. Today I got the job of cleaning the seventh floor lobby. Man, is that a lot of work. At least it was since I made the same mistake I made as when I was doing the mess deck yesterday: cleaning too well. And hence, too slow. So I pretty much bungled that job. Didn’t get fired, though, so I guess that good. Now, if I learn from my mistakes, I figure I’ll be okay.
I managed to snag thirty minutes overtime straightening up the six-oh cleaning closet, which was a total mess. Clean towel and sheet carts all over the hallway. The people working there with me knew each other and had great attitudes, and was trying to keep up with them. We managed to get off the boat before it left for Riga with only minutes to spare. I especially enjoyed meeting Aziz, a Morrocan who’s studying for his degree at TKK in cellulose technology, and Lauri, the Estonian fifth-floor group leader with one more year of school to become an auto mechanic.
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