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"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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a smell worse than death
I spent a few months working abroad for a family camping company in Europe. The day after I got there I was trained by my supervisor. This training consisted of him showing me how to ‘customer clean’ one of our caravans. I learnt from this that the blankets provided were (if the customers were lucky) cleaned one a year at the end of season.
Even more pleasant, after cleaning human fat from a a shower (and a lovely thing to see that was – who’d have thought fat goes orange and pink after it’s been sweated out?) and scrubbing the toilet and surrounding area with a sponge – supervisor announced to me that I was ‘now going to see (him) clean the cups with this very same sponge’ and preceded to do so.
Other pleasantries included my supervisor moving one of the fridges from the cooking tent into my house tent. The reasoning for this became clear a couple of days later when we had to clear up and pack down everything from our tents before moving from our site to the bigger second site. Fridge was suddenly my responsibility. Even just opening the fridge door a crack created a smell so putridly rancid and foul that it could be smelt from outside the tent for hours afterwards. Even when the area manager turned up to check on progress and agreed that as delagator my supervisor could make me do it I absolutely refused (it hadn’t been plugged in or touched in the 2 months I’d been there). In the end one of the other guys pulled it out into the middle of the communal area and blasted It with a hose for ten minutes. I felt a bit bad about this, but not too bad, because 1. he'd been there longer than me and actually had some kind of responsibility for that smell and 2. as sole girl I had a whole tent and now 2 fridges to deal with whilst the others had 1 tent and 1 fridge between two.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 10:52, 3 replies)
I spent a few months working abroad for a family camping company in Europe. The day after I got there I was trained by my supervisor. This training consisted of him showing me how to ‘customer clean’ one of our caravans. I learnt from this that the blankets provided were (if the customers were lucky) cleaned one a year at the end of season.
Even more pleasant, after cleaning human fat from a a shower (and a lovely thing to see that was – who’d have thought fat goes orange and pink after it’s been sweated out?) and scrubbing the toilet and surrounding area with a sponge – supervisor announced to me that I was ‘now going to see (him) clean the cups with this very same sponge’ and preceded to do so.
Other pleasantries included my supervisor moving one of the fridges from the cooking tent into my house tent. The reasoning for this became clear a couple of days later when we had to clear up and pack down everything from our tents before moving from our site to the bigger second site. Fridge was suddenly my responsibility. Even just opening the fridge door a crack created a smell so putridly rancid and foul that it could be smelt from outside the tent for hours afterwards. Even when the area manager turned up to check on progress and agreed that as delagator my supervisor could make me do it I absolutely refused (it hadn’t been plugged in or touched in the 2 months I’d been there). In the end one of the other guys pulled it out into the middle of the communal area and blasted It with a hose for ten minutes. I felt a bit bad about this, but not too bad, because 1. he'd been there longer than me and actually had some kind of responsibility for that smell and 2. as sole girl I had a whole tent and now 2 fridges to deal with whilst the others had 1 tent and 1 fridge between two.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 10:52, 3 replies)
Perhaps dubious as I was told this by a 30 year old holiday rep...
but there is a build up of orange and pink stuff in the showers which I was told was human fat.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 11:17, closed)
but there is a build up of orange and pink stuff in the showers which I was told was human fat.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 11:17, closed)
Consider...
Everyone has skin oils, when you wash with soap or anything like it the oils get washed off your skin and form a scummy layer on the water.
This is what bacteria call "a feast"
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 11:26, closed)
Everyone has skin oils, when you wash with soap or anything like it the oils get washed off your skin and form a scummy layer on the water.
This is what bacteria call "a feast"
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 11:26, closed)
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