I am all the cleaner for being a Jedi…unless I’m experimenting with dirt…which happens when I don’t shower for a week…mmm…sink washing is so austere…
I learnt to clean like a Jedi by first becoming a cleaner. And at the time I was already doing my training, so they informed one another in a curious way. Cleaning is like dancing, when you do it right. The dance is most exciting when it is effortless. It can be fun and absorbing. Me, the cleaning girl, liked the experience of being efficient anyway and this was instant gratification. Me, the trainee Jedi, was always bunking off (being mindless) but would come out when the drugs were around…ha ha….Jedi’s like to partake in mind altering professions and cleaning turned out to be just that….
I don’t digress…I merely clean.
The great thing about Jedi training is that I can clean an oven with no fear…but when my Jedi lights are dim even I can give the greasy box the cold shoulder.
It takes rubber gloves for some. For me it takes Gary Numan and a tight black zippy top made from recycled plastic (you laugh…have you checked your Nike label lately?)
Cleaning and Religion
Cleaning is a curious profession. You get to revel in others’ left-overs….some of which are good, most of it is unhealthy. I came away with so much more than a bad case of ‘addicted to anything I can find’….coats, bikinis, scones and margarine…you know, holiday maker fare. Maaan, some of those places had really been enjoyed.
I must get on with the cleaning. Back Soon.
Find out what happens next…..later….. x