Having worked as cleaner in a school for nurses and other hospital staff back in '90 or thenabouts, let me tell you that by Gahd! the filth! The snickering lewdness of young barely-twenty year old women commenting on every aspect of your body.
"Nice mustache boy, does your girlfriend like the tickle eh?"
"So you like wearing rubber (...) gloves do you?"
"What are you wearing under your overalls?"
"Look what a firm grip he has on his (...) hose!"
Make up on the mirrors and in the sinks. Menstrual blood on the toilets and tampons and pads cloggin everything. Hairspray to the point of creating localised hole in the ozone layer above the school. And non-stop natter, gossipping, sniping, piping >shudder<.
It got so bad, my two female co-workers, two stout finnish women, had to step in and tell them to tone it down "before I bled to death from blushing" as they put it.
But it's all good, it's a memory I wouldn't trade. All in good fun and once I dared to get in the spirit of things, slinging words back and forth was good fun.
And then the bouncy castle was jabbed.
Really funny one today. Thank-you very much! I need something to smile about. 😊
Having worked as cleaner in a school for nurses and other hospital staff back in '90 or thenabouts, let me tell you that by Gahd! the filth! The snickering lewdness of young barely-twenty year old women commenting on every aspect of your body.
"Nice mustache boy, does your girlfriend like the tickle eh?"
"So you like wearing rubber (...) gloves do you?"
"What are you wearing under your overalls?"
"Look what a firm grip he has on his (...) hose!"
Make up on the mirrors and in the sinks. Menstrual blood on the toilets and tampons and pads cloggin everything. Hairspray to the point of creating localised hole in the ozone layer above the school. And non-stop natter, gossipping, sniping, piping >shudder<.
It got so bad, my two female co-workers, two stout finnish women, had to step in and tell them to tone it down "before I bled to death from blushing" as they put it.
But it's all good, it's a memory I wouldn't trade. All in good fun and once I dared to get in the spirit of things, slinging words back and forth was good fun.
😄 great post! I laughed out loud several times.