I had to move from Minnesota to Dallas for six months to get my pension. Here's a report from the front line.
I go in pretty early, like 7am. It is clear the floors are not cleaned overnight. There are crumbs and filth everywhere. I sat at a workstation, one of the few open ones without someone sitting at. It had one working monitor. The other one was hanging off its arm and couldn't be turned on.
I tried to wipe it down and encountered what was obviously a huge, gummy cola stain that stuck to the cloth I was using (it was the last wipe in the dispenser). Went to get a coffee - the only thing left in the kitchen drawer was decaf. The trash bin was overflowing with paper towels and there were co---m wrappers on the floor. I went down and waited almost 45 minutes for a Starbucks.
Restrooms are filthy. There was hardened, crusty fe--s on the wall of one stall, and toilet paper with fecal stains littered the floors. It seemed like the drain traps were dried out because sewer gas was escaping into the bathroom.
Loud, obnoxious salespeople were hollering all day into mobile phones set to speaker. Fake arz-kissers were walking around; one man across from me I swear did nothing all day but "talk shop" about golf, football, dove hunting, and lunch plans. Not a single word about work; not one. He would be on his mobile, and he'd lean back and put his hand down his pants and scratch his cr---h with pleasure.
I've always told myself that I could do anything for six months; this will be a challenge.