The Cleaner

Last week I met one of the cleaners at work. I met her in the toilet (which is truly horrible). She thought I was someone else. I thought she just came out of jail.

Last week when I was heating up my lunch in the most disgusting kitchen in a really dirty microwave with the warehouse workers all around me, this cleaner came in and angrily shouted, "No one better make a mess after I cleaned up! Everyone OUT! I said out, OUT!"

I tried to make myself invisible since my lunch was still in the microwave and I just couldn't leave it there. She then came up to me and quietly said, "Don't worry, I don't mean you".

Now, every time I see her, she's so friendly to me and looks happy to see me.

I'm scared.

Very scared.