WTF Wednesday is a semi-regular feature of this blog. It documents the things that have made me pause, slap my forehead and say "What the f**k!" Well, that and I just like saying WTF. I'm retired. I don't have to watch what I say anymore. I'm not any one's role model.
For two summers when I was in college, I worked as a motel maid for a Best Western Motel in Canoga Park, California. Every morning I jumped on my Honda 55 motorcycle and chugged from Granada Hills to Canoga Park to make beds, vacuum, and sanitize for your protection. The job definitely ranked in the bottom ten percent of jobs, and I joyfully returned to college at the end of each summer.
For someone who doesn't like to clean, motel maid was not a perfect job fit. There were three or four maids on duty each day. At lunch time we all met in a vacant room to eat lunch and watch Days of Our Lives. The rest of the day I was on my own changing sheets and cleaning up disgusting messes...oh, and sanitizing for your protection.
The head maid "trained" me how to sanitize the toilet and then slip the paper ring over the seat. She actually stuck her hands in the toilet to scrub. The few times I actually cleaned a toilet I suited up with elbow length plastic gloves. Most of the time I skipped the scrubbing part of the routine, the toilet usually looked clean enough to me, and I went right to just putting on the paper ribbon to certify the stool as sanitized.
You probably don't want to hear that I sanitized the drinking glasses with the same carefree attitude. I ran them under the cold water in the sink, dried them with a bath towel and shoved them in the "sanitary envelope." Ewwww!
Memories of my summer as a motel maid came flooding back to me last month when I was visiting Austin, Texas. My daughter and I went out to dinner at Chuy's and this was how the flatware was presented on the table...
I wondered if the staff at Chuy's was as conscientious as I at sanitizing...just in case, I cleaned my silverware with my napkin before eating.