Local Shop has been systematically cutting cleaner hours while simultaneously increasing what they expect cleaners to do. They have been doing this for some time and as I predicted over a year ago, we are now at the point of Cleanergeddon.
The job simply cannot be done. It is impossible to do what is expected in the time available and I am not going to kill myself to try to do it. Some jobs will just not get done. The situation will be much worse as Christmas approaches and I won’t be here then. My replacements won’t have four years of experience and will work as I did at the start. Slowly. They will soon realise they cannot win this game and will quit within a week.
I don’t care. If I don’t have time to do a job properly I’d rather not do it at all. I don’t like leaving work every night feeling like I did a half-assed job, so I’m out.
It is not possible to pass the next cleaning audit. It cannot be done. We will not hear ‘oh the cleaners need more time’. We will hear ‘The cleaners need to improve their work’. Fuck off. I leave that place soaked in sweat and I haven’t had time to do anything properly.
I’m going to try to make my last day Halloween but seriously, I might not make it.
Tomorrow I have the dentist in the morning and work in the evening. I am not going to be feeling generous or affable because the numb-juice will have worn off by then. And we have Control Freak manager tomorrow who will try to prove how great she is by making everything late. Some things simply will not be touched by me. I will try to keep my inner Romulus in check but I don’t really know if I even want to.
And I don’t care. My job references are a doctor and a professor. I do not need a reference from a food shop or a cleaning company. I could walk off the job – nearly did tonight – but I signed a contract and that means something to me. I prefer to give proper notice.
But if pushed… I’ll get me coat.