I remember a day, about 6 or 7 years ago, when I just about lost it at the realization that I had been reduced to nothing more than a janitor. I think I was having a hard week, month, possibly an entire year that led to this conclusion. It was nearly an anxiety attack I tell you.
So it strikes me as more than amusing that I have been petitioning, sometimes without an ounce of subtlety, to become the janitor of the preschool. And, guess what? I may be one step closer to acquiring more hours at a job I am eminently skilled for! Spills on the floor?! No problem! I know what product and how many wipes it will take to remove the stick of Kool Aid. Who knows how far beans scatter when they are dropped from a height of 3 feet? I do!!! And nobody can hunt down and scrub off peanut butter, nose boogies, and pudding smeared under the lunch table like a mom of 18 years. Cleaning countertops, vacuuming and sweeping?! Puhleeze! I can do that in my sleep.
Wish me luck and let's hope the Board votes me in as the new Janitor!! My life will be so complete.
2023
3 comments:
Oh wow, that sounds great! Janitor! Haha, I totally know what you mean about knowing how far beans spill when dropped at 3 ft. In the places you least expect them.
Janitor, eh? If that is what you want...I say YEEWHO! We have done it (cleaning up after everyone) for so long...I say why not make a couple bucks while cleaning? YOU GO GIRL! :)
I would say good luck, but you don't need it. Once they say your name that will be all the argument they need to vote you right in.
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