That One Will Take A LOT Of Scrubbing To Clean Up
When I was at uni, I worked during the summers as a cleaner in my hometown, primarily at [Major Corporation]. [Major Corporation] had recently merged with [Massive Corporation], and as they streamlined production, some employees had moved between the corporations.
One of them was [Manager #1], who had moved to [Major Corporation], where the employees were dissatisfied with [Managers #2-#5]. During the spring, [Major Corporation] did a huge survey among the employees where they were asked to rank the performances of the managers on a scale from one (Awful) to five (Excellent). They then called the managers to a big event at the local castle and presented the results. It was a disaster.
[Managers #2-#5], who all spent their days doing as little as possible and mainly sat around complaining about others — [Manager #1], in particular — and who had all pocketed the money [Major Corporation] had set aside for activities with the employees, all received ones on all questions. In fact, many of the employees complained that they couldn’t score a zero.
As you can imagine, [Managers #2-#5] were fuming.
Then, the board presented the survey regarding [Manager #1], who was brought in to be the shining example. He spent his days doing tasks with his team, and after asking around what they wanted to do with the team-building money, he organized a bowling league. He also received exactly the same score on every question from all his team members: fives all around.
So, [Managers #2-#5] all HATED [Manager #1]’s guts.
One Friday, I was cleaning their office. [Manager #2] and [Manager #3] sat at their desks, complaining about [Manager #1] and how he always worked hard, helped others, and was a royal pain in the behind in general. The surveys were still where they’d been dumped on all five desks in the office, and I did my best to ignore them as I dusted and emptied the bins. Per usual, neither [Manager #2] nor [Manager #3] could be bothered to acknowledge me.
Every Friday, I had to carry out the cumbersome and very heavy coal-soaked rubber mat to shake off the coal gathered in the rubber spikes. I always ended up being covered in coal, so this was the last thing I did before heading straight home and throwing my work clothes in the washer. I had begun folding the mat when the door opened and [Manager #1] strolled in, wearing coveralls.
Manager #1: “Oh, you’ll be covered in coal if you drag that outside. I’ll do it instead; I’m already in coveralls, anyway. You could clean the floor properly in the meantime.”
I happily accepted his help, and as soon as the door closed behind him, [Manager #2] and [Manager #3] EXPLODED. They couldn’t believe how annoyingly helpful [Manager #1] was; now he was helping the cleaning lady do her work. The gall! Something was clearly off with him and his insistence on always helping people.
There was no point in arguing with them, so I just continued to clean. I had been there an hour and they still hadn’t acknowledged my presence anyway.
When [Manager #1] returned, he helped me replace the mat. Before I left, I smiled widely at him and said, as loudly as I could:
Me: “Oh, that was so kind of you! Thank you so much for your help, Dad!”
The look of horror on [Manager #2] and [Manager #3]’s faces as they realized that they had been bad-mouthing my dad in my presence for the last hour was a sight I will cherish to my last breath.