Attack of the Cleaners

I was bored on Saturday. Not many customers in the phone store where I am doing that blasted promotion, and the manager's comment kept ringing in my ears: "clean it yourself!"- the fossilised staff room that was.
So I did. I started on the dirty kitchen corner, then the microwave, scooping out god-knows-how-many-weeks(months) of gunk dissolved by the industrial strength cleaning spray, then I attacked the crusty fridge with its outdated sandwiches and green, fluffy pies.
Next I hoovered which was a joy to behold since the suction on that baby would put Linda Lovelace to shame, but fortunately I didn't come across any decomposing rodent's bodies, only dust and food crumbs.
Then I prepared two buckets with steaming bleach water and sloshed it around the neglected floors, paying special attention to the yellow stains around the loo. Urgh!
But I felt so much better once it was all done, and it was a great workout.

Today the bitchy manager was back and noone seemed to have particularly noticed my efforts apart from the staff who saw me slaving away on Easter Saturday. It didn't helpt that despite all the bleach the floor only changed colour marginally.
I am just about fed up to here.
After all I didn't sign on to do a leafleting or cleaning campaign, regardless- it makes me chuckle that I must be the most expensive cleaner/leafleter in town.

The woman even had the audacity to tell me how to do my "job", as if she'd ever tried handing out leaflets before. Despite the job's brainless appearance, there are actually a number of tricks to get rid of the annoying things.
Number one, don't stand where you can be easily dodged, ie it is better to occupy a narrow pavement than to stand in the middle of a large square.
Number too, talk and smile.
This can provide endless entertainment when done in small groups with equally fed-up actors because usually people don't listen to what you are saying/giving away for free. If someone doesn't want a leaflet, they won't take one regardless of the offer.
A friend recently did a job for some investment bank, they handed out 10-pound-notes in the street, and still people refused to take them.
It can be quite entertaining to keep repeating "free shags, free shags" rather than "join the gym/free coffee with your sandwich/free CD/ money off your train journey. Nobody will take you up on it.
Another popular one, if people don't take your sample/leaflet: "Fuck you very much!" with a benign smile. Seriously, they can't hear the difference and you get the odd satisfaction of having given the rude so-and-so a piece of your mind.