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Mimi Time is confused- about being German.

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“I would rather go to the beach now…”

I am confused. Mimi Time is confused. I am Mimi Time.

On Saturday I was teaming up with my colleague again and we had 11 summerhouses to check and to disinfect the spas. We were both looking forward to finishing early, as the day started nice and easy. All the houses seems to be in order and we were thinking what to do with the rest of the lovely day. Oh well, when you think like that, something usually happens. We had to do one quick disinfection of a spa and we were driving around, then the GPS said, the house is on the left side and we looked to the left side saw the summerhouse sticker on the letter box and there were people unloading their car. We thought that as a little early, as it was before 4 o’clock. We went inside and explained we had to check the spa. It was a huge spa and pool area and we disinfected the whirlpool. It took a while to fill and clean the tub. Then we couldn’t find the baby chair and bed we should bring back from the house, while the whole family was moving in. It was a bit awkward doing the cleaning while the family was moving in and when we finally sat in the car again, my colleague looked at me and just said:

“That was the wrong house…”

Although the whirlpool we wrongly disinfected didn’t have the sticker that says it that it had been disinfected, so I guess we did a good thing. But we drove quickly to the right house and had to disinfect that spa too. We both didn’t quite know, wether to laugh or cry.

After that things got worse.

We were disinfecting a spa and checking the cleaning, when a German family arrived. We finished quickly and when we were driving away one of the guys came running after us.

“There is an ant’s nest in the pool room!”

We went back inside and the whole family (7 people) were standing around us looking at the ants. Yes, there was an ant’s nest- even though it was a small one. When we wanted to vacuum them away, one of the girls became hysterical and said, then they would be in the whole house. We asked them to get in contact with the office to ask for somebody professional to kill the ants. To be quite honest, I don’t know what to do with ants in the pool house. In my previous jobs, I didn’t have to kill ants.

The office then called us back and asked us to go back and vacuum the ants away.

So we went back and now the girl thought she had found other things she was not happy with. I couldn’t really see the faults, but  then I might need glasses too… When we told her we would now vacuum the ants away, it nearly became an affair of the State. She nearly had a break down and was yelling at us and asked me, if I wanted to have a holiday like that? I was thinking:

“I would rather go to the beach now…”

It was very important to make sure we were wrong and she was right. In my eyes she was just picky and was afraid of ants. In the end I killed the offending ants with my bare hands and kitchen roll (got bitten by a few too…) and cleaned the floor with detergent, before a man with ant-poison would come later. So, ants dead, hysterical lady more or less calmed down and we on our way back to the office.

In the car my colleague just muttered:

“I hate Germans…”

Well yes,  I can see why the Danes don’t like the Germans. Being yelled at is not so nice. They like them staying at a house, because it will be clean afterwards, but when they are moving in, they are sometimes not so friendly. I don’t actually understand why the Germans really like reprimanding people so much. It seems like a sport to them to get really personal in their yelling. And the other person is not allowed to answer back as they are in a inferior position (I think I have seen that scene in German movies before…)

Maybe I should become Danish now?

But lovelies remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even if you are an ant-fearing-hysterical-cleanliness Freak-German…

 

Mimi Time is proud

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“Come and jump in for a little swim- nobody will know.”

 

I am proud. Mimi Time is proud. I am Mimi Time.

So. We managed. 10 summer houses in one day. One cleaning and 9 inspections.

I have to say that renting a summer house is definitely easier than cleaning it, my muscles ache a bit today, but  I hope to get a bit fitter with time, in Mimi Time so to speak…

I learned, that it really depends on the nationality of the summer house guests, what to expect in the house. I didn’t know, there was a direct connection between nationality and cleanliness. The ranking for cleanliness is a s follows:

1. Germans

2. Danes

3. Other

My colleague for the day looked at our list and lit up, when there had been staying Germans in the house, which we had to check after they moved out, as in her experience the house would be perfectly cleaned (some guests clean the house themselves after their stay). And guess what? It is also my experience now. Although the Danes are following the Germans very closely (I don’t just say that to keep readers in Denmark happy…).

The first house had been rented by a nationality other than German or Danish and there were little cereal hoops everywhere in the house and millions of dog hair in the sofa. Did their child walk around and distributed those little funny hoops all over the house before locking the dog into the sofa? Hiding the hoops in the sofa (with the dog), under the sofa, under the bed and around the kitchen? I was vacuuming and hoping to find them all, as if a new guest would find them before me, they would definitely complain about these colorful little hoops.

While vacuuming away I felt a tiny little bit proud that my people (Germans) are so well-liked by the summer house staff. It is good to know, that we are liked by some.

Suddenly I was wondering if I had this extreme cleanliness-gene as well? And what if not?

But why did the Germans clean the houses to this perfection? I imagined the German Hausfrau cleaning away in their holiday, while her husband Karl-Heinz sat on the sofa reading his newspaper. Is this what they do? I think they can’t have had a lot of spare time to discover the area, as they must have been cleaning the whole time. Maybe Hausfrau Eva got up before her husband to do a bit of cleaning before breakfast, like a little cleaning-work-out. Maybe she would feel lost, without it? It is a bit of a mystery to me.

But back to cleaning…

The weather was muggy and the sweat was trickling down my neck, forehead and back and then I washed the floor in the pool room. The extreme light blue color of the water was greeting me and whispering to me:

“Come and jump in for a little swim- nobody will know”

I restrained myself, but my inner voice nearly won.

Mental note: When I have cleaned enough summer house and Mr.Prince has dropped in for a little Sherry, I will rent one of the glamorous summer houses and have a little holiday. With sauna and swimming and in the whirlpool.

Although when going through the houses, I got a feeling for how many other people have been there before. Sometimes they leave their things: shampoo, chocolate, chewing tobacco in the shower (what???) and razors. And sometimes you can still smell the presence of the last guests and that is not so glam. In one of the rooms it smelled like something big and bad was rotting under the bed- I checked and luckily there was nothing. I was kind of expecting to find something dead down there.

Oh just imagine. Hausfrau and Karl-Heinz get into a fight and she says to him: “Karl-Heinz I have had it with all that cleaning, I am leaving you for a nice Norwegian man, he appreciates me not only for my cleaning.”But as Karl-Heinz  can’t live without his cleaning machine, he kills her and leaves her under the summer house bed in Denmark.

Vacuuming the hair off the mattress reminded me of all the people having slept in that bed. All their dreams and emotions seeping in the mattresses. Hmmm. I guess holidays at home are fine for me too.

We drove all over the area, over dirt roads with potholes so deep they could kill your car and through forests and into summer house colonies (why do you want to be so close to other people, when you opt for the country-holiday???) along the deep blue see with little mini- ponies grazing on dark green grass and my heart was singing: I do like it here.

When we got back to the summer house centre we were greeted by the manager and she anxiously asked me, if the day had been ok? When I said yes and that I would like to continue with the job she was so happy, she nearly hugged me. For the first time I really felt appreciated as a worker 🙂 Maybe she suspects me to have the German-cleaning-gene and the German-eye-to detect dirt, even though I am not sure yet if I do.

Next Saturday I will be on my way to dirt busting and checking cleanliness again. Maybe I will find some more stories and hopefully nothing rotten in the Sate of Denmark!

and lovelies do remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even when you clean whirlpools.