Facilities ain't glamorous, but I really did make some great friends along the way. What strange adventures I've had here. Insane clogs, mysterious smears, mountains of garbage and cardboard, coldbox in disarray, losing my will to live in the freezer (it's COLD), tweakers with knives, theft (customers AND employees)...
Heck yeah, baby. I regret nothing. I had a blast. Good luck, fellow geese.
I put my two weeks in today. I really liked my management and my team, so I'm not leaving on bad terms with anyone, but I'm just so burnt out that even working these next two weeks is an exhausting prospect.
We lost two facilities people in two weeks (one for stealing), and aside from one or two others, the other facilities members would get lazy and leave coldbox a wreck or leave mountains (not exaggerating!) of uncollapsed boxes for me outside the cardboard dumpster.
That's not the reason I left, of course, though I'll say it's not the easiest thing to stay motivated when you feel like you're cleaning up more after your fellow janitors than your customers .
I left for more personal reasons (primarily health), but I can't pretend I'm not a little relieved, haha. But I'm also a little sad. I've made some great friends here, and it definitely wasn't all bad. It was fun, in a very chaotic and ridiculous way. It wasn't work I was used to, but I hustled!
Shoutout to the customers. Some of you guys make it a little easier to deal with the absurdity.
Take care of yourselves, fellow geese! 🪿