So since we have the prayer room moved to FSM right now, the cleaning teams which normally take care of our little IHOP building are now cleaning the auditorium and multiple bathrooms off of it. It’s not that different from IHOP in some ways, but in others… yeah. Here are some of the things that went through my head while cleaning tonight. Hopefully at least one or two of them will be entertaining. 🙂
The FSM auditorium is pretty stinking big.
The auditorium also has very few power outlets.
Both of the above facts make vacuuming the aforementioned auditorium an exciting challenge. Woman versus machine. Mind over matter. Extension cord versus rows and rows of chairs. And so on and so forth.
If you want to reach all of the floor in the auditorium, there’s no way to do it without unplugging one of the drinking fountains.
People seem to generally go more out of their way to be kind to you when you vacuum at FSM. I think because the vacuum-to-carpet ratio is a bit more startling and evokes more sympathy.
Vacuuming the FSM bleachers is actually kind of fun. A bit silly feeling, but fun.
Vacuuming the FSM bleachers is not as silly feeling as loading one’s car up to the ceiling with boxes of toilet paper to drive ten minutes up the road.
As a girl, it’s somewhat gratifying to hand a couple of boxes of toilet paper to a guy, and have him express surprise at how heavy they are. (It’s not just me!)
The FSM ground floor has more bathrooms than the “real” prayer room. Three more, to be exact.
All five of those bathrooms have easy access to cleaning supplies, which is a definite bonus.
Plunging a toilet is not very much fun.
Plunging a toilet that is…. how shall we say… “ripe”… is really not much fun.
As a girl, plunging a ripe toilet in the men’s room is about as un-fun as it can get.
I have a team of intern cleaners who are really good sports, as well as hard workers. They rock.
Mega props to the people on full-time janitorial staff on the missions base. They also rock. They do this kind of thing for years with excellence and without complaint. I hope I get to hang out in their enormous Millennial mansions one day.