The Ultimate Mystery
Forget the universe, wireless networking, recursive programming. They are nothing, zero, zilch, in comparison with The Ultimate Mystery.
Why is it that I'm obliged by the CFO to clean up the house before the cleaning crew comes to clean up the house? Isn't that what we pay them to do?
Every other Wednesday morning, like clockwork, I am greeted by the words I most dread to hear: "The cleaning crew is coming today."
I'm not certain about the origins of this particular obligation. Perhaps it has something to do with a friend of ours being fired by her cleaning crew because she did not sufficiently "preclean". This, of course, would also be the same friend who left her Christmas wreath on the front door so long that the birds actually built a nest in it and she had to wait for the fledglings to leave before taking it down sometime in June!
Precleaning I simply do not get. Postcleaning, I do. The morning after the "official" cleaning I religiously change my washcloth and towel. These, you understand, are hung in the bathroom and you can never be certain how they might have been used by the cleaning crew. And, similarly, I retrieve my toothbrush from its secret hiding place.
The CFO, you might guess, doesn't understand any of this.
But, I'm sticking with the routine. As Jim Starr, the founder of Micro-Measurements, said: "Just because you are paranoid doesn't mean somebody's not actually after your arse."
Why is it that I'm obliged by the CFO to clean up the house before the cleaning crew comes to clean up the house? Isn't that what we pay them to do?
Every other Wednesday morning, like clockwork, I am greeted by the words I most dread to hear: "The cleaning crew is coming today."
I'm not certain about the origins of this particular obligation. Perhaps it has something to do with a friend of ours being fired by her cleaning crew because she did not sufficiently "preclean". This, of course, would also be the same friend who left her Christmas wreath on the front door so long that the birds actually built a nest in it and she had to wait for the fledglings to leave before taking it down sometime in June!
Precleaning I simply do not get. Postcleaning, I do. The morning after the "official" cleaning I religiously change my washcloth and towel. These, you understand, are hung in the bathroom and you can never be certain how they might have been used by the cleaning crew. And, similarly, I retrieve my toothbrush from its secret hiding place.
The CFO, you might guess, doesn't understand any of this.
But, I'm sticking with the routine. As Jim Starr, the founder of Micro-Measurements, said: "Just because you are paranoid doesn't mean somebody's not actually after your arse."
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