Post by mrslayton44 on Jun 27, 2015 20:27:37 GMT -8
It was a glorious afternoon in the lovely head quarters that Sienna had called home for over two centuries now. While she didn't see herself as the most efficient cleaner here she strived for that coveted title with all of her being. While she was sure her work went mostly unnoticed she was perfectly fine with that. But today was the day to use all the skills she'd earned cleaning all these years.
As a kind of reprimand to some individuals she had been tasked with the ever-important job of leading a team of them in the art of toilet cleaning. While the details surrounding this were kind of vague she was happy to be given the job of passing on her skills to the well.. they weren't exactly the next generation. She was sure some were ages older than she was so that hardly counted.
Sighing she stood in the midst of a veritable armament of cleaning supplies. Buckets, toilet brushes, mops, disposable towels, gloves and a myriad of natural cleaning supplies. While she was going to be teaching and assisting to some degree there was far more to cleaning a toilet than just scrubbing the inside. The whole of the toilet needed to shine. Like a porcelain throne so one would not even hesitate to seat their bum on it. Yes she was here to teach the ins and outs of toilet cleaning.
However, despite her confidence in her cleaning skills there was the act of actually speaking out loud to a group of people who would potentially have their attention solely focused on her. ON her. She clutched at her heart and had to sit down on an empty bucket turned upside down just to calm her nerves. How was she actually going to do this? She'd brought notes sure and an itinerary and even brought some music to play. But was it enough? Would they all just walk over her and do as they pleased? Would they ignore her and not clean anything? Would she get in trouble for failing to get them to do the work? No she couldn't get bogged down before it even started! As a preventive measure she whipped out her DS to play some Zelda and kill some moblins to ward off the urge to give up.
When the cleaners scheduled to come trickled in they'd find the lone, usually demure apprentice perched precariously on a bucket mashing her DS buttons pads and glaring at her prey on the small screen with the occasional growl and the small battle cries of 'Get Some' And 'Ha you're dead!' echoing into the vast entrance hall in front of the bathrooms they would soon be cleaning.
As a kind of reprimand to some individuals she had been tasked with the ever-important job of leading a team of them in the art of toilet cleaning. While the details surrounding this were kind of vague she was happy to be given the job of passing on her skills to the well.. they weren't exactly the next generation. She was sure some were ages older than she was so that hardly counted.
Sighing she stood in the midst of a veritable armament of cleaning supplies. Buckets, toilet brushes, mops, disposable towels, gloves and a myriad of natural cleaning supplies. While she was going to be teaching and assisting to some degree there was far more to cleaning a toilet than just scrubbing the inside. The whole of the toilet needed to shine. Like a porcelain throne so one would not even hesitate to seat their bum on it. Yes she was here to teach the ins and outs of toilet cleaning.
However, despite her confidence in her cleaning skills there was the act of actually speaking out loud to a group of people who would potentially have their attention solely focused on her. ON her. She clutched at her heart and had to sit down on an empty bucket turned upside down just to calm her nerves. How was she actually going to do this? She'd brought notes sure and an itinerary and even brought some music to play. But was it enough? Would they all just walk over her and do as they pleased? Would they ignore her and not clean anything? Would she get in trouble for failing to get them to do the work? No she couldn't get bogged down before it even started! As a preventive measure she whipped out her DS to play some Zelda and kill some moblins to ward off the urge to give up.
When the cleaners scheduled to come trickled in they'd find the lone, usually demure apprentice perched precariously on a bucket mashing her DS buttons pads and glaring at her prey on the small screen with the occasional growl and the small battle cries of 'Get Some' And 'Ha you're dead!' echoing into the vast entrance hall in front of the bathrooms they would soon be cleaning.