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My father, an educated man and a respected educator in the old country, came to America and the first job he could get in America was as a janitor. Unable to speak the language and with 7 kids to feed, he did the best he could. He worked for 27 years picking up after other people and cleaning toilets. Not a day goes by I don't think about people like him who have to clean up after other people in a thankless job. When I was a kid he use to pick me up from school some days and take me to work with him. I am not sure it was for lack of after school care (as I have older siblings who could watch after me) or if he wanted me to learn hard work and appreciate the things I had growing up, as poor as we were. I use to help him push a broom, mop floors and push his cart around for him. The experience did a lot for me.
I never leave a mess anywhere I go, and when I stay at a hotel I put up the "Do Not Disturb" sign when I am staying more than a day. I don't need the maid to come in and clean up after me every morning. I don't need it at home, why do I need it at a hotel. When I travel for work, 99% of the time I am only at the hotel to sleep anyhow and keep the place tidy to satisfy my own anal retentive ways.
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