Why being a cleaner sucks

I’m sure you probably have a few horror stories of your experience regarding this matter whether you only cleaned at home or in a hotel.

I worked as a cleaner before and to be honest I think people underestimate those who work as cleaners, and if the management sucks the people who are staying in a given location start arguing with the cleaners whereas they are just cleaners.

If you ever worked somewhere as a cleaner you might know what I’m talking about, because if the management sucks then the quality of the work is shit. Period.

There’s was one place where the management was a disaster… We were understaffed and one of the two managers almost never showed up…Meanwhile the cleaners, at least most of them, were trying to be the head of house keeping… And having an argument about which “team” cleans which room. Sometimes it was so unfair because the clique of cleaners who befriended each other did the easiest rooms together where single people cleaned whole rooms and did everything else in them, such as the beds, the bath, and the vacuuming… It was a standard procedure but you weren’t meant to do it alone, unless the room was a stay over… Which can be messy but much easier.

I don’t wanna bash the managers for the chaos because I know it is hard however cutting down the time to clean the rooms leaves us also in a bad position, especially if someone is doing it alone. – The owner might have been the one cutting down the time.

Carrying on…

None of the staff members had radios on them so everyone had to go on a wild goose chase while customers took a turd and didn’t even flush the goddamn toilet in number 10 then requested a quick clean… Then new customers tried to have a go at me about their room… Saying it wasn’t cleaned. I was newbie. Thank god I had enough patience to sort it out for them with the reception… Hope they actually did it…

Things need to be maculate but they had (the owners of the hotel and other holiday homes) cut down the amount of time we had in the rooms and it didn’t matter how dirty it was. So sometimes cleaners cut corners too. Nothing major though just using the used towels to clean up the surroundings which got cleaned after we finished.

There were stains on the sink, and the customer thought one of the cleaners left the toothpaste in the sink on purpose, however in reality the surface was just stained by the paste and there was no way of getting rid of it… Unfortunately… This is what happens when the owner of the hotel is a cheap bastard.(He bought used furniture for the hotel…)

The other place, where I used to clean, had lodges. Really nice place but the customers weren’t well behaved. My team and I had to walk into broken furniture and rotting food, sometimes we found drinks too.

Few of my former colleagues had it worse because the walked into a lodge where turd was smeared on the walls, in the showers, and the beds. By the way it was a family with a child in the lodge, I don’t think an elderly person would smear shit everywhere. If it was an accident then it would have been reported to the staff but unfortunately it wasn’t.

In this particular holiday park, few people of the maintenance had a beef with each other so it always ended badly for the cleaners. Always a bloody competition which ruins the workplace for everyone.

Sometimes even the customers are idiots too, period because I met really nice ones while working at the holiday park.

I remember putting the cleaning stuff in the parking space in front of the lodge because it was heavy as hell. Each section of lodges were spaciously “fenced” by a couple of large trees and the person behind this lodge only saw me entering the lodge. She was shouting at me thinking I was breaking in and entering.. To be honest I didn’t see any reason to argue back at her so I just held up my keys and a cloth. She ran back in without a word and I never saw her again.

Thank god I didn’t have any heated argument with any of the guests.. Yet..

Everything is easy to be said than done but if you think about it, cleaners rely on management and the manager and there should be more than one, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I’m coming from what I experienced as a cleaner. If you have a different opinion, please share it with me!

Story time: my oopsie moment with smoking pot.

Sure, everyone smoked some weed in there life time, some of the people I know are stoners, but have you had an oopsie moment while smoking pot that you might be embarrassed about?

Probably there are lot’s of funny stories out there on the matter but mine was so to speak… Weird…

Before I go on talking about my experience I did a research and in fact you can have a bad “trip” on pot. I did but it doesn’t mean everyone is gonna have the same reaction to it.

Well let’s go on then, shall we?

It was a nice warm quiet night and I decided to ask my future brother in law to make my joint a tiny bit stronger than usual, and of course he did.

When I started smoking, and whenever I smoked pot, the usual thing started happening, I felt like I started sinking in my own mind. Obviously I continued because I wasn’t gonna wuss out like a little bitch but me and my pride got too greedy with the joint and kept smoking and chatting. My fbil (aka future brother in law) asked me if I needed a drink because I looked as pale as casper. So he went in and got me a glass of apple juice meanwhile I didn’t stop smoking and I felt like my head was spinning, kinda the type you get when you get tipsy but this was stronger, and I blinked, or at least I thought I was with my stupid ass brain, and I collapsed on the trash bags and then rolled off to the floor. – hindsight: maybe it wasn’t a good idea to stand next to the trash. Because of that my jeans were drenched in trash water… Fucking trash water… Because it rained the night before.

I woke up on the floor and got up just before my fbil opened the door on my head. He got a bit confused and asked me if I was OK. I went in sat down holding my head and felt like I was gonna throw up. Being inside for a while helped get over this stage. After I got out of those feelings I just went upstairs and munched on some crisps, and fell asleep on my bed.

I smoked joints before but not to the point where I collapsed. So this was very uncomfortable for me. To the point I feel embarrassed about this.

Before you judge me for saying my experience I would like to remind you that I do not disapprove of smoking pot and I do not disagree with the benefits of THC and CBD.

I found some useful information that helps explain my experience and why mine was like this and it might help you avoid the experience.

https://www.quora.com/What-are-bad-reactions-to-marijuana

https://www.vice.com/en_uk/article/ypa5ny/why-some-people-cant-handle-their-weed

https://www.webmd.com/mental-health/marijuana-use-and-its-effects

https://melmagazine.com/en-us/story/why-some-people-cant-smoke-weed

https://www.royalqueenseeds.com/blog-bad-cannabis-trip-what-it-is-and-how-to-prevent-it-n717

To be honest if some of my friends offered me the joint I still would take it regardless of my experience.

Disclaimer: I base my observations and posts on personal experience and back it up with research.

Shadows of the Past

This is going to be a series of life experiences that affected the way I am today. These stories are here to show how much certain events can effect person’s life especially if the person is a child.

I am not a perfect mum nor preaching to be perfect in ever aspect of your lives but there are certain things I wanna talk about.

First off a story. When I was in preschool I had a pretty terrible experience because I couldn’t tie my shoe laces when I was about five… There was a certain preschool teacher who made my life hell because of it.

Before anyone start saying “man up” or “it is the past”. Trust me I know. Everyone has their childhood traumas and it is something either needs to be solved or talked about. Mine cannot be solved but it can be talked about.

This particular experience really scared me because I was humiliated in front of everyone there and got smacked on my hand for not being able to tie someone’s apron. I cried like a baby and I truly felt worthless. By the way I was never the favourite of any of the preschool teachers because my family didn’t have much cash to spare for some “tip” for the teachers there.

Looking back as an adult it might not be a big of a deal but if you have certain experiences carved into your memory like I do then you do understand that it is something you will carry the rest of your life. As a child it did have an impact on how my confidence developed – aka very poorly.

Then I realised real confidence comes from experience not compliments.

I learned to “properly” tie my shoes and aprons when I was about 8-10 years old. Before that everytime I tied something I got told it was not how it is done. I did them my own “special” way. Instead of doing a traditional granny knot what I did was folding the two ends of my shoe laces and made them in to a “bunny ear” looped them the way you would with a granny knot and then pulled it tight.

I might just record it for you if you don’t get what I mean.

Anyway, everytime I did it that way I had to start again and again until they decided I wasn’t worth doing it so might as well just stop asking me.

So everytime I started a new thing as a teen I just backed off doing it because it felt like I wouldn’t be able to do it. Thanks to this I missed a lot of opportunities too.

As a parent I try not lose my patience when it comes to my son because it will affect him later on.

The purpose of this article is to make you realise that there are things you cannot particularly change but you don’t need to pass it on your child or on the people around you.

Got interesting story to tell? Want it to be published or just want someone to listen? You can send me an email via the contact box on the blog..

Disclaimer: I will not publish your story without your consent and I respect your privacy. I am not a professional in psychology so I cannot help you professionally I only can read your email to help you get somewhat rid of your emotional pain.