The email requested that we all empty our own waste bins at the end of each day.
The branch manager came in and spoke to us about this. We all said we were happy to empty our bins and the others even agreed, with minor reservations about time usage, to vacuum the carpet occasionally.
Then this happened:
ME: So who is going to clean the toilets?
BM: Well, we all just need to clean up our own mess.
ME: Um, there is a bit more to keeping a toilet clean than just wiping away any remaining, er, stuff with a loo brush.
BM: (Scornfully) Like what? All you do is squirt a bit of bleach down there.
ME: Um, well you have to actually scrub the toilet occasionally, and the floors around the urinals need mopping on a regular basis, and...
BM: (Angry) Every other office has been okay about this and you lot are all doom and gloom!
[BM STORMS OUT STAGE RIGHT, ASIDE TO ME AS HE LEAVES:]
BM: I don't know why you are worried - you won't even be here!
I drew two conclusions:
I can laugh, obviously, but people I quite like still have to work there, God help them.
Very little dev this week. Head is all over the place now I'm on the countdown to escape that place. No Weekend Reading for Aardvajk this week.
But the day after I finish at the company who shall remain nameless, I get to spend four days drunk in a field at a music festival then I have a week off to work on my game before I start the new job, so hopefully we'll get kick started again then if not before.