Charmaine Lindsay 10G
Rubber gloves
Standing at the sinks there are mountains of dirty plates and utensils piled up and there are pans left to rot. The pans are encrusted with grease and the plates are covered in revolting leftovers that which have hardened onto the plate. The smell is nauseating and it makes my stomach turn. Its times like this I wonder why I ever became a cleaner, then I remember, I’m broke.
The water in the sink is as dirty and foul as the plates in it. The stagnant water has grease slicks which have somehow curdled to the surface like dirt floating to the surface of a pond. It’s a dull grey colour because of all the disgusting debris at the bottom that no-one wanted to eat and I can understand that. Just looking at it makes me want to hurl. The ice-cold water smells as putrid as the dustbin on the other side of the room. Every time I think of washing up, it fills me with horror and loathing for the chore. I can see green bubbles appearing and bursting as they touch the surface, spraying me with something that can only be described as filth.