Spic Or Span

I have a deadline of sorts today. The 1912 House has become a filthy mess and I need to change that—TODAY. Clearly I’d prefer not to, instead filling out the rather “thin” offerings here, but there’s work to be done. Shininess to achieve. We have chrome, dammit, and it must be polished!

But first, an aside. During my days at San Diego’s Omnipresent Charitable Organization, I often find myself in the midst of the disadvantaged. You might even call them the downtrodden, but for this… at least they bathe. Our company provides meals, job training, and showers to those who are down on their luck, all for free. Certainly there are those who don’t take advantage of all of those services, in fact, there are some who are pretty grimy. They’re the tiny minority. Most people down in the heart of downtown seem happy to get cleaned up if for no other reason than to protect their health.

So it falls to reason that the people serving those less fortunate might learn from the example. To clean up once in a while. This is not the case.

Within the last couple of days I’ve worked on computers full of a fluffy amalgam of lint and grease, that once warmed reek of rancid bacon fat, that were so sticky that I found myself emulating Lady Macbeth once out of sight of the client (the killing part? – ed no, the obsessive hand washing part, geez – bob). It’s clearly not ergonomically correct to type while arching your palms to avoid the bits of yesterday’s lunch remaining in the keyboard tray, is it?

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, and I’ll do anything I can to help the people on the front lines get back to work. But I had to ask, “do you think it would be a problem if I wore latex gloves while I fix some of these machines?”

Maybe Chemtool will help.

Your pal,

bob