10pm 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!











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