Frustrations of a Grocery Store Clean-up Guy

In general, as most of my regular readers should know, I'm happy as a rat in liverwurst in my current job, bottom-of-the-ladder though it may be. But today put my enjoyment of the job to a serious test, because today (April 1, of all days) was when the New York State Health Inspector showed up. Not only do all the managers immediately shift into full-blown panic mode. "She can shut us down!" Well, yeah, she can, but not just on a whim. She's not going to "shut us down" because the oven hood is slightly dustier than we'd prefer. She'd shut us down because, oh, someone is defecating on the cutting table in the deli.

And who, do you think, received a dozen different calls for incredibly picky cleaning tasks? None other than your Friendly Neighborhood Blogger.

It was all highly tense and annoying, particularly with my name being called over the PA system so many times, but the tasks themselves were pretty minor. If that was the level of detail to which the Inspector had to delve to find stuff to criticize, then our operation is pretty clean, indeed.