It's 11pm, can you guess what that means?

"It's cleaning time!"

 

Yes, that's what the manager said tonight when he came back to the restaurant. 

 

We had had virtually no customers all day (and yesterday), and this is when he decides to do an entire spring clean, all the floors, all the cushions, all the carpets, under all the carpets, all the tables, tablecloths, salt and pepper shakers, napkin holders, toothpick cups and ashtrays.  As well as the glasses and the cutlery and all the other things I usually have to do at the end of the night anyway.

 

We didn't finish until 1.30am.  And they wondered why I was grumpy.