7 March 2008 Comments

I’ll Sack Them

Office Cleaners10pm last night, I am laying in bed dozing and dropping off to sleep. Im falling into a deep sleep just as my Matrix Revolutions ringtone blares out and scares the crap out of me. It’s a phone call from a private number. In these sort of situations, I think one of two things:

  • Someone in my family is in desperate need of something and it can’t wait til morning.
  • The f**king cleaners at my workplace have set the bloody alarms off at work.

So, yeah, the cleaners had decided to set the work alarm off and as I am the office manager, I am the mug who needs to go sort it out.

I get there, walk into the building with my tracksuit bottoms and my fleece jacket on looking like a homeless guy, to find three cleaners going about their business as if nothings happened. I ask them why the hell the alarm went off, getting massively aggressive that cleaners even think about cleaning at 11pm at night and then ring the alarm engineer to get it sorted.

Unless they work at more socialable hours so that if the alarm is triggered a person isn’t in the midst of sleepy time, they won’t be cleaning here again!

  • When I was managing the quick lube, I got called at 3:00AM one night by the boss. She received a call from the alarm company that the alarm had been set off, so I had to go check the shop out. She told me that there would be a city police officer there waiting for me.

    So I rolled out of bed, went to the shop, and nobody was there. I went on in, dealt with the alarm company's call and checked the shop over to make sure nothing was out of place.

    As I was leaving, after about 20 minutes, a police officer pulled up out front of the shop. The bastard wouldn't get out of his car, but still asked me for my ID and whatnot, and asked if anything was wrong with the building. I was pissed: What if someone was hiding in the pit of the shop? The officer wouldn't have done anything about it.

    Needless to say, I don't have a lot of respect for the police force back there.
  • sleeping at 10pm? it's official. you're getting old.
  • I know dude! Thanks for coming over and commenting!

    It's got to a point now where we get three strikes and your out policy with the police callouts and last night was the last strike.

    The owner of the cleaning company came in and gave us chocolates today, I sat there and he could tell I wasn't happy, saying "I think I might need to feed this guy up and say sorry".

    It's all been sorted, thankfully.
  • I know your pain. I used to manage a place and was the go-to guy for alarms. Always set off by the cleaning crew. Over and over and over again. And they had the alarm codes. They had the instructions. But they'd rotate staff and not fill the new ones in on the process. So, I'd have to go to my office in the middle of the night and wait for the police to show up (if I couldn't cancel them in time). I'd show them my ID and then get to go home. The law in Baltimore (where I lived at the time) went like this:
    3 False Alarms: No Fee
    4th-6th: $300 each
    7th on: $500 each
    And I think they did it ten times. We billed them for every dollar, of course, but c'mon! I needs mah sleeps!
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