I'm so sick of this crap!
... and I'm sick of being called the DustNazi at work.
I have become known as the DustNazi.
I made a comment during one of the mandatory meetings about how some of the departments are not as clean as they should be, because of a certain customer's reaction to a dustbunny nest on one aisle, which I witnessed.
Two weeks later, all managers and supervisors ( all salaried workers) were pressed by the General Manager (my comment is to blame) into doing an overnight Spic-N-Span detail and they ordered a case each of Formula 409, Windex, some commercial stainless steel cleaner, two cases of paper towels and some spot treatment for use in a steam cleaner.
Hey, it's not my job to clean or enforce any cleaning, but when they ASK ME (really, more like FORCE ME) to give honest suggestions, they will get honesty! These people claim to take pride in their place of work, but I see no evidence of that pride when dust clouds up in the customers' faces.
DustNazi rests.