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| South Pole Diaries 2000/01 |
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Thursday
25th January 2001
From
Andre.....
Just outside my room is a cleaner's
cupboard, filled with cleaning equipment. On the back wall
of the cupboard, written in large letters is the following,
written by guys who took their cleaning seriously (and whom
also had perhaps been on the Ice just a little too long).
"This is my mop. There are many
like it but this one is mine. My mop is my best friend. It
is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My
mop without me is useless. Without my mop I am useless. I
must swab my mop true. I must mop up the dirt which clutters
the floor. I must clean it all up before it gets tracked all
over. I will. Before God I swear this creed. My mop and myself
are the cleaners of my floor. We are the masters of the dirt.
We are the cleaners of the floor. So be it until there are
no dirty floors, but clean ones.
The Custodial Creed
Summer '94 & '95
Chris and Chase
(we are not unlike God)"
 
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