Nana is working at a big outlet mall near here at the Cole Haan store.
She is giddy because there is a nice discount at that store and the Nike outlet.
Goooo, Nana :)
Anyway, she just got home from work and was doing her nightly "telling" of her day.
Since it is a retail store, they do not hire a cleaning service to clean the store. The employees are expected to do that.
The employees are required to do everything from sweeping to cleaning the bathrooms.
Sooooo, have I mentioned that Nana is a wee bit OCD?
We never realized what it was when I was a kid. But, I do remember the day she called me (when I was living in Minnesota). The conversation went something like this:
"Lain! I'm watching this special on the News. You know, on the T.V.. He's talking about this thing called C.O.D."
"C.O.D.? Collect on delivery?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, not C.O.D. This, this Obessing Compulsion Disease."
"Ma. You mean O.C.D.? Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Anyway, I was looking at the symptoms. I think I have it!"
(long silent pause)
"Um, yeah Ma, you think?"
"What?! You knew I had it? How come you didn't tell me?!"
Aw yes, I remember it well.
Growing up meant getting out of the way when she wiped the counters for the 14th time, checking locks repeatedly when leaving, and lots of phone calls to me while she was at work asking if the iron was off, stove was off, etc...
And lots and lots of cleaning.
Nana's house is very, very c.l.e.a.n.
You could eat off the floors and she is very particular about bathrooms.
Enter into today's story...
"Oh Lain, I went into the bathroom today. Aye yi yay!
There was all this *bleck* down, down on the bottom.
Oh, I cleaned it!
I scrubbed behind the toilet,
in the toilet,
on top the toilet.
I cleaned the shelves, the sink.
And then, and then, I arranged all the cleaners so they are neat and in a row!
I told the girls (other employees) after I was done...
"You should see the toilet!
It's so clean it sparkles}
p.s. I let her read this post before I posted it and she laughed so hard she was crying.
Now she's telling me more stories about work :) I'll talk to you later...