Yesterday I think I went temporarily insane. Something Inside of me channeled my inner Andy Kaufman and his bongo drums. If you're a millennial with your head in the sand, check out the video below, then I'll continue.
Okay, now that you're familiar with Kaufman, I'll continue. One of the property management companies I clean for requested that I clean a place after Friday due to having their cleaning crew in there. I gave them a little extra time and scheduled the job for Monday. This company I work for is terribly disorganized at times. Well this time was one of those times. I showed up and the place had tools, ladders, blinds, and cleaning supplies everywhere. Coming from deep within the house music was blaring out. It was some sort of Russian disco music.
In the kitchen there was some pie-faced-Campbell-Soup-Kid looking woman scrubbing the sink. I yelled at her over the Russian bee bop music that I was there to clean the carpets. She looked at me clueless and replied something in Russian, or maybe it was Caspian. Then some fat pie-faced guy (it must of been some sort of pie faced family) that was working in the backyard started banging on the window and yelling at me. At this point I could feel my blood pressure spike.
Normally this would not be a big deal, but it seems that this kind of stuff is happening more and more. When my schedule is full, it's not as easy to move stuff around. I don't like wasting my time and fuel. Hell, I'm not telling you guys anything you don't already know.
So back to the story. I got this pasty whale yelling at me through the closed window, the woman in the kitchen looking at me cluelessly, and the Russian/Caspian disco music thronging away. At that moment I snapped. I started singing and dancing to the music like Andy Kaufman playing his bongo drums. I was singing "Benga Dinga Doo, Rappa la quinta koo" in time with the music and danced a little jig in the living room. I think I did this for at least a solid minute. The Campbell-Soup-Kid woman and the guy were both staring at me with their mouths open. I then walked out, got in my van, and drove home.
I have never done that before. I'm sure they thought I was nuts. I went back this morning and cleaned the carpets.
Okay, now that you're familiar with Kaufman, I'll continue. One of the property management companies I clean for requested that I clean a place after Friday due to having their cleaning crew in there. I gave them a little extra time and scheduled the job for Monday. This company I work for is terribly disorganized at times. Well this time was one of those times. I showed up and the place had tools, ladders, blinds, and cleaning supplies everywhere. Coming from deep within the house music was blaring out. It was some sort of Russian disco music.
In the kitchen there was some pie-faced-Campbell-Soup-Kid looking woman scrubbing the sink. I yelled at her over the Russian bee bop music that I was there to clean the carpets. She looked at me clueless and replied something in Russian, or maybe it was Caspian. Then some fat pie-faced guy (it must of been some sort of pie faced family) that was working in the backyard started banging on the window and yelling at me. At this point I could feel my blood pressure spike.
Normally this would not be a big deal, but it seems that this kind of stuff is happening more and more. When my schedule is full, it's not as easy to move stuff around. I don't like wasting my time and fuel. Hell, I'm not telling you guys anything you don't already know.
So back to the story. I got this pasty whale yelling at me through the closed window, the woman in the kitchen looking at me cluelessly, and the Russian/Caspian disco music thronging away. At that moment I snapped. I started singing and dancing to the music like Andy Kaufman playing his bongo drums. I was singing "Benga Dinga Doo, Rappa la quinta koo" in time with the music and danced a little jig in the living room. I think I did this for at least a solid minute. The Campbell-Soup-Kid woman and the guy were both staring at me with their mouths open. I then walked out, got in my van, and drove home.
I have never done that before. I'm sure they thought I was nuts. I went back this morning and cleaned the carpets.
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