#1280 – Squeegee
Posted on May 16, 2011 at 12:00 am by Chris
Chapter: Comics
I was at the bottom of the totem pole for the first few jobs I had so at some point I would be tasked with cleaning all the windows in the building. This involved me, a ladder, a squirt bottle, a roll of paper towels and a few hours. I was quite shocked when I first saw a professional window cleaner come by. His buckets and squeegees would fly through the same amount of windows in minutes instead of hours. All I could do was narrow my eyes and frown at my past employers.
Today’s Maximumble is comforting.
Tags: area, windows, work
I laughed, extremely hard, read your comment, and laughed again.
I remember our stops at service stations. It was a matter of “Everyone out!” in a car full of 7 people. I would then proceed to get out along with my stepfather; he would get the petrol and pay, I’d have a frantic race (in my mind) to get the windows clean before he came back out. I think I won a total of once in what must have been a thousand times.
~Gwid
@Gwid
That’s quite alot of people in one car.
Yep, same boat in my early career except it was carpeting in a large office building and a tiny ‘dry-clean’ carpet cleaner the size of a small home vacuum cleaner. I’d start right after they had left for the day and a couple of times met them coming in the next morning. It was a big building.
My shoe is on the other foot – My kids absolutely *loathe* it when I show them that the chore they’re making so much drama over can be done in minutes, not hours – Especially since I make them re-do it after my demonstration. 👿
Annoying your dad =! Free ride
I remember being 7 years old and washing windows in Grandma’s house. She taught me how and if I did a good job, I’d get $5 for cleaning all the windows. (There weren’t many and they were mostly small ones.)
At my last job, where they made sure I knew I was the least important employee there, any scut work was my job. Running blueprints (it was an architecture firm), running errands, feeding the boss’s cat while he was on vacation (he lived above the office), etc. I was hired as a graphic artist, and once he tried to convince me that painting the walls was graphic, not interior, design.
Kids would ride their bikes in from other towns just to get a chance to hurl rocks at a target that sweet!
Biff better make sure to press very lightly when cleaning the middle of that window 😛
It’s scary how big that window is!