A Normal Day

A normal day for me goes like this; clean, clean, clean, take a nap, clean, clean, lock up and duck out early.
To elaborate a little; first I clean, then I clean something else, then I do a little more cleaning, then I take a nap in the most comfortable chair I can find because I am the only person still in the building, then I do some more cleaning, then I finish up by cleaning and locking up and leaving as early as I can.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate everything about my job, I just hate cleaning. You might be wondering why I don’t just quit. Well, because my options are to continue being a janitor or become a bum. And yes, bums may smell better than janitors and they may have more fun because they’re drunk all the time and they get paid about the same… wait, why don’t I become a bum? For one thing they don’t get a plethora of keys to play with and I’m not skilled in making humorous signs.

My First Day (Part 2)

Later on my first day I was trained in proper dust mop etiquette as well as mopping and vacuuming. Sounds fun right? Well it is. Have you ever been taught how to use a dust mop? Have you ever used a dust mop? Have you ever seen a dust mop? It’s almost like using a Swiffer® Sweeper only bigger and more yellow. You can grab the shaft with two hands or just use one if you’re feeling outta control or you can be spontaneous by switching it up in the middle. Dust mopping is almost like dancing with a women; a very skinny women.

My First Day (Toilet Training)

It was my first day on the job and when my boss handed me a gaggle of keys I felt like I could unlock every door in the world and it made me happy. Then my glee took a sudden turn to disgust when I found out the first thing I would be doing is cleaning some toilets. I got my gloves and some other tools that are used for toilet cleaning and headed to the bathroom with my boss, who was training me as it was my first day. He explained what technique I should use, which just seems odd, someone explaining the technique of toilet cleaning. After I got the bathroom to point that I would deem clean my boss checked my work by using his hands to touch curtain “problem areas” of the toilet that are often missed when cleaning and that nearly made me sick because he was using his bare hands.

The Memiors of a Janitor

I must warn you, this blog has nothing to do with Scrubs. Have you ever been to a school and thrown some trash on the floor or even in a trash can and wondered 'who is going to pick that up?' Well, if you were at Precious Blood, it would probably be me. I am a janitor at a local Catholic school called Precious Blood and these are my stories.