Today, I didn’t think I had much to do, so I decided to re-arrange the humongous garbage piles over by the Emergency Exit, which used to be our shipping and receiving door, and the door I could come and go through, and sneak out through to do stuff with my family. But now that it’s an emergency door, it has a Very Loud Alarm, and we are never supposed to open it unless not opening it would cause us greater bodily harm than just going deaf.
Some of the piles already went all the way up to the ceiling, but a few didn’t, so I stacked those to save on floorspace. Then I got all the rest of the empty boxes, collapsed them, and stacked them. I put as much loose stuff into plastic bags as I could easily pick up.
When I was done, it looked like this:
That’s kinda hard to see for scale, and blends together, so I put my water bottle (circled) on top of the pile of foam padding in the back. The pile of cardboard in the front comes up to my ribcage, and I’m no oompa-loompa. Here’s a cock-eyed view of the trashroom:
Fun, fun, all because the janitors can’t get in.
Today I asked the FOH why she doesn’t just tell the workplace resources that we need janitorial service – they already serve every building in the company except for ours. Her reply boils down to: she likes having something to do. With her controlling the janitors, she gets to call them and complain, request service, know what’s going on, and maybe other reasons – I started to zone out. She seemed mad that I asked, like I was attacking her exclusive domain.
You guys are right about her just wanting a friend, and her other biggest desire is to be needed. She used to be the Executive Admin, but after we were bought out, the executives all left. So now she sits in her small admin cube next to a big, empty, executive cube, on the days she comes in. I think all she has left to do is: Control the janitors, pass out incoming mail, and order food from Costco to keep the breakroom stocked.
And our company has departments that pass out mail and keep the breakroom stocked.