How To Not End Up On A Cleaning Crew

Type yo First of all, let me start by saying this: There is no bad profession. Every legal way to earn money is honourable. Everyone who thinks that cleaning is a graceless activity, please, stop to read and go elsewhere.

For instance, I too have cleaned part time, while I studied, to help pay my expenses. However, although cleaning is very tiresome in a physical aspect, it doesn’t require talent to actually learn. By that I mean, a lot of people can go further. Get a degree, find a well-payed profession and so on. What I hate to see are talented young men and women, who clearly have opportunities in front of them, to waste their lives out of stupidity and false judgements.

When I moved out of my previous flat, I had literally no time at all. I had to clean the place up before I leave, so I paid for professional cleaning services. I booked a company that offered end of tenancy cleaning in London on very affordable price. One of the workers was a girl, I’ll call her Jane for the purposes of this article. While the crew did their job, I was writing content for a certain website.

In a short break from writing, I overheard Jane’s talk with another cleaner. My mind went haywire. The other person had problems with her husband and shared with Jane. After a minute of silence, she turned around and explained, in great deal, what exactly was happening between the couple. The reaction was only a nod in agreement and an open mouth. Somebody, who she barely knew, had just told her things she never realised on her own.

Jane had just shown behaviourism I have seen only in professional psychoanalytics . She was smart. Hell, she was smarter than me and I don’t say it often.

Anyway, at lunch brake I lit a cigarette and got her attention. I asked her how did she end up at a cleaning crew, as she obviously could have gone way farther.

‘I know,’ she said. ‘I was in university four years ago, studied psychology. But, I made my fair share of mistakes.’

I didn’t think she would actually tell me her story, but she did. I offered Jane a cigarette and when she lit it and took a hit, she continued.

‘I was kind of a quite person, didn’t have many friends and I went out rarely. When I moved into the school dorm, I was paired to live with a real live party machine. She was outgoing and talkative and most of the people on campus knew her.’, Jane said as her eyes started watering. ‘We quickly became friends and she started to…change me, I guess. I started to go out more and talk to people and go to events. You know, the normal stuff people do in university. After some time, my roommate began to take me on parties with her. I wasn’t a drinker, so I often would get hammered quickly and wake up next to random people I didn’t remember. I let myself go and took the “trashy” walk. My grades crumbled as did my motivation to do something with my life.

When I come back to it, I don’t understand how it happened. I wasn’t raised to do these kinds of things. My parents were disappointed and..Well, sad I turned out like this. I don’t blame them.

Anyway, we went to another party and things went from bad to worse. I got so drunk, I know longer knew where I was. Someone saw their opportunity and took it. When I woke up, I realised I had sex with somebody, but they were long gone. I asked around and nobody had seen what happened or who did this. I felt like a used handkerchief. And in a way, I really was.’

Jane made a pause and took a deep hit from her cigarette. As tender as I tried to be, I couldn’t help her with anything more than listen to her story. Eventually, she realised she got pregnant. She quit school and went back to her parents. They didn’t abandoned her, however, they made Jane take responsibility for her acts. She concurred. As she didn’t want the baby, Jane could never bring herself to make an abortion.

After the baby was born, she found this job because she had to take care of her baby girl. ‘She’s lovely’, Jane said, ‘No matter what happened or will happen, I will always love and cherish her. But…I do wish she came into my life at a different time. At a time I could have taken better care for her and open up paths different than the one I walk.’t know what they are going in. Here is my advice.

Never do something you don’t want to. Don’t do it to be in the group, to be cool, to be normal. Just don’t. Never let your judgement be influenced by others. It’s the easiest way to the gorge of bad choices. Be who you are. If you’re not cool, so be it. There is time and place for everything in this life. And you’re still young. You have all the time in the world, so why hurry ?

You don’t need to compare yourself with nothing else but your own conscience and morals. They are the only thing you need to follow. College years will pass and the cool will no longer be so. When real life

When the cleaning crew did their job, I gave Jane a fifty to buy her girl a present. At start, she declined, but as soon realised I wasn’t going to back off, she took the money, thanked me and went her way.

Now I’ve heard of many stories like this. They all are pretty much alike. A smart girl, takes a few bad steps and ends up with a ruined life. However, It’s much different to hear it from the person himself. I was so touched by her story I had the need to convey a part of it with the hope, somebody will learn from her mistakes.

I too was a freshman and I too was tempted. Hell, I am no saint. I also made a lot of mistakes. I guess, I was just lucky.

But those who have yet to experience these years can at leas

comes, nobody will care how much weed Peter can smoke consecutively or how much girls has he slept with.

You might think your parents are a bunch of boring old folk, never experienced life. Well, you’re wrong. They have been through everything you are and will be doing. They have seen what happens when you think with your liver instead of your brain. And what your parents tell you is only what you need to do to get the best out of life.

Jane was a blatant lie. She’s never existed and I’ve never talked to such a person. However, her story is true. It’s the story of all the young mothers out there, forced to work in McDonalds or KFC, just to be able to provide for their children. It’s the story of people who could have gone all the way, if they didn’t take the wrong turn. Now, they offer you fries with your diet coke for a minimal wage, instead to cultivate their potential.

Your life is your own to model. This story is at it’s end and even if you’ve read it all the way, you can still ignore it and go wild.

#YOLO — you only live once, so don’t end your life on twenty four.