Office cleaning strips away pretension. It’s tough to wear a false face when bent over a clogged toilet, working the plunger as shit water spills on our boots and pants. Or removing dried vomit from a carpet with a handheld steam cleaner. Nasty spills and messes keep us honest. There’s nothing conceptual about our work.
"Atoning at Night: A Janitor's Story," from Un Fils d'état rouge, the blog of writer Dennis Perrin.