Chapter Seventeen
Week Two
Joe turned out to be an elderly black man who immediately said Liz wanted to know what time I arrived. I nodded. Cleaning the women’s rest room was my first assignment, and Liz had told him to turn on the heater in there at six.
“I’m afraid it must be pretty hot in there by now.”
With that, he gave me a pail, a large sponge, a jar of liquid soap, and directed me to the room. It was unbearably hot. I immediately switched off the ceiling heater but knew the room would remain hot as the window wouldn’t open and the exhaust fan didn’t work.
I was soon on my knees cleaning the commodes while fighting a hangover. The commodes turned out to be the easiest job. To do the floors, I had to stay on all fours, scrubbing with soapy water, and then carry the pail to the
