The Complaint
(Part of the 'Cleaning' series)
The idea that 'someone else would take care of the mess I make' bothers me.
In the society today, there seems to be a detachment between one's own actions and the collective environment.
Taken from an actual complaint letter about a toliet, where everything but the floor was cleaned thoroughly by the cleaners.
Through this, I want to keep us in check, to be more conscious about our actions and the work of the cleaners, realising that
it isn't the cleaners fault entirely, one would eventually not do as good a job after everyone disregards their work.
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