You know what's sadder than going back to a place where you once spent all your working day, five days a week? Going back and discovering your coworkers have been treating the place like their own private junkyard!
I had occasion to work at the no-longer-staffed North Campus yesterday. The place was in the middle of a mouse and ant invasion, ruining the toaster, French-press coffeemaker and paper/plasticware in the kitchenette (and so on), in part because staff making use of the site are throwing away food waste in the building instead of in the dumpster outside; a cold-water valve had managed to fail open at the janitor's closet slop sink and was merrily fountaining away; someone had left a storage battery charging on a wooden workbench in the huge, hot garage and dilute battery acid was spattered on the benchtop. The place was a mess. I'm going back to doing weekly walk-throughs and if the boss complains, I'll start doing them on my own time: when neglect-induced major failure hits, I'll be the one who has to clean it up, so I'm ahead if I can forestall it.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
2 years ago