Whenever there's a mess made in the office, though we all cringe and make excuses as to why we should take care of it, we must call the janitors. Company policy states so and the last one who broke the policy ended up as the subject of a janitorial request. Nasty piece of work that was.
Most days they patrol the basement levels, shifting bins from one side to another or so I've heard. Whatever keeps them busy is best for all of us, I guess. Still doesn't delay them from our calls in the slightest. I swear you can hear their wet, slogging footsteps half a mile away - not to mention the stench of month-old coffee and half eaten sandwiches that just surrounds them in a dense aromatic fog.
They do their job well, to say the least. Rumours around the water cooler say that they eat the messes left behind by deals gone wrong. It'd explain why the bodies are never found, not that there's been too many of those in the last few weeks. Management demanded cut-backs, no questions asked or answered.
Business is just so much harder to do when you can't hold your client's head over stump grinder until they waver their fee. Still, the economy's turned sour for all of us and even the janitors are starting to feel the pinch. They've been a lot more active and down right inquisitive, hanging outside the meeting rooms and asking how its going every five or so minutes.
It's off-putting for those of us who've seen them before but for our clients it can be the straw that breaks the camel's back. Shame management won't do anything about them for fear of losing their biggest problem solvers/waste disposal/whatever else those hulking great behemoths do below our feet.
Most days they patrol the basement levels, shifting bins from one side to another or so I've heard. Whatever keeps them busy is best for all of us, I guess. Still doesn't delay them from our calls in the slightest. I swear you can hear their wet, slogging footsteps half a mile away - not to mention the stench of month-old coffee and half eaten sandwiches that just surrounds them in a dense aromatic fog.
They do their job well, to say the least. Rumours around the water cooler say that they eat the messes left behind by deals gone wrong. It'd explain why the bodies are never found, not that there's been too many of those in the last few weeks. Management demanded cut-backs, no questions asked or answered.
Business is just so much harder to do when you can't hold your client's head over stump grinder until they waver their fee. Still, the economy's turned sour for all of us and even the janitors are starting to feel the pinch. They've been a lot more active and down right inquisitive, hanging outside the meeting rooms and asking how its going every five or so minutes.
It's off-putting for those of us who've seen them before but for our clients it can be the straw that breaks the camel's back. Shame management won't do anything about them for fear of losing their biggest problem solvers/waste disposal/whatever else those hulking great behemoths do below our feet.
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