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JANITORS
Continued from page 7
dust mop flops to the floor. He looks
down at it as a little cloud forms above
it, "But that one is all dried out"
Heard does a lot of his work without
thinking about it much. As he walks
out of a near-clean classroom, he rips
some flyers off the wall near the door.
'They're not supposed to put this stuff
on the walls," he says as he tosses it
into his cart.
He may not dread this either, but
cleaning the bathrooms doesn't seem to
be a Heard favorite "This is a mess
here" he said as he swung open the
door to the men's bathroom. Pleasantly
surprised, "Not too bad tonight
"You think men are nastier than
women? That's a lie," he said. "They've
got papers thrown everywhej**:. It's a
mess.
"You know where you find the
graffiti? In the women's bathroom.
You'd be surprised at some of the shit
the women write on the walls."
After leaving the bathroom, he walks
across the hall and opens the door to a
room were there appears to have been an
eraser fight Looking at the mess, he
turns and says, "You should have been
here last night The sons of a bitches,
they scattered shit everywhere I don't
know what the hell they've been doing
in here They mess it up every night
Crazy sons of bitches, every night it's
the same way." The offenders were
foreign language students, he
speculates.
He wanders through the room
dusting chalk of off everything. "Man,
this place is a mess."
He still won't be cornered whether
one group of students are bigger slobs
than the other, but journalism students
may come pretty close. One of the
rooms on his rounds is the production
office of Insight "I had one group that I
hated to go into that room. They had a
group in there about two years ago, shit
they were rough. They were pasting the
floor, pasting everything. You've got to
realize, they're still young."
David Donaldson is Heard's
counterpart on the first floor. He's
worked two years on campus, and has
worked the graveyard shift for eight
years. Tm sick of it" he said.
Although he doesn't have to juggle
schedules with a family, he does have to
contend with the beeping noise some
trucks make when they back up.
'They're building aireeway near where I
live"
'Tve been trying to get him married
for the last three weeks," Heard said.
The halls are empty, and the only
noise around is the radio blaring from
Heard's closet. Heard's cart sits in the
hallway, the light from the office
funneling out into the hall. He shuffles
around the office, and emerges from the
office with a Wall Street Journal and a
Daily Collegian.
He holds in his hand what appears to
be a fringe benefit of his work, a pen.
He scratches the pen across the Wall
Street Journal, only to rip the paper.
"Sucker's run out ink," he says^as he
chucks the pen back into the garbage.
Although Heard occasionally finds a
fringe benefit he and Fuentez said they
find mostly jackets, notebooks and
textbooks.
Heard's cart might be considered a
bag lady's heaven. He shows off his
cans and computer paper, more fringe
benefits, that he saves and recycles.
More computer paper, he says,
there's another computer room ahead.
It may be another fringe benefit but he
doesn't thoroughly enjoy cleaning it "I
hale the son of a bitch. It's so hard to
clean."
Heard had been a cotton grader for the
' United States Department of Agriculture
for 18 years, and when they started
cutting his hours, he applied for a job at
the uraversity.
The janitors seem to have full
autonomy, just get the work done and
everything will be OK. "I have a
supervisor who comes around," Heard
said as he straightened the chairs in
Room 203A back into rows. "He don't
bother you as long as you do the work."
Between his odd hours and his
family, Heard only gets four hours sleep
a day. It doesn't affect his work, he said,
"I just don't sleep all that much"
Heard goes about his work, talking
about everything from his job to the
Cuban Missile Crisis. "We make
almost $10 an hour, but the only way
to make it now is to have your own
business. Banks are folding like
newspapers."
He reaches into a trash bin for a
couple of aluminum cans while
describing why the Bank of America is
in trouble. Sweeping under the chairs,
he goes into more detail about the
Cuban Missile Crisis and ties it in to
President Reagan's dealings, in Iran.
He talks about going back to school,
as he sweeps the hallway heading back
his closet and maybe taking some
history classes.
Object Description
| Title | 1987_02 The Daily Collegian February 1987 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1987 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
| Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
| Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
| Language | eng |
Description
| Title | February 5, 1987 Pg. 8 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1987 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
| Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
| Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
| Language | eng |
| Full-Text-Search | JANITORS Continued from page 7 dust mop flops to the floor. He looks down at it as a little cloud forms above it, "But that one is all dried out" Heard does a lot of his work without thinking about it much. As he walks out of a near-clean classroom, he rips some flyers off the wall near the door. 'They're not supposed to put this stuff on the walls," he says as he tosses it into his cart. He may not dread this either, but cleaning the bathrooms doesn't seem to be a Heard favorite "This is a mess here" he said as he swung open the door to the men's bathroom. Pleasantly surprised, "Not too bad tonight "You think men are nastier than women? That's a lie," he said. "They've got papers thrown everywhej**:. It's a mess. "You know where you find the graffiti? In the women's bathroom. You'd be surprised at some of the shit the women write on the walls." After leaving the bathroom, he walks across the hall and opens the door to a room were there appears to have been an eraser fight Looking at the mess, he turns and says, "You should have been here last night The sons of a bitches, they scattered shit everywhere I don't know what the hell they've been doing in here They mess it up every night Crazy sons of bitches, every night it's the same way." The offenders were foreign language students, he speculates. He wanders through the room dusting chalk of off everything. "Man, this place is a mess." He still won't be cornered whether one group of students are bigger slobs than the other, but journalism students may come pretty close. One of the rooms on his rounds is the production office of Insight "I had one group that I hated to go into that room. They had a group in there about two years ago, shit they were rough. They were pasting the floor, pasting everything. You've got to realize, they're still young." David Donaldson is Heard's counterpart on the first floor. He's worked two years on campus, and has worked the graveyard shift for eight years. Tm sick of it" he said. Although he doesn't have to juggle schedules with a family, he does have to contend with the beeping noise some trucks make when they back up. 'They're building aireeway near where I live" 'Tve been trying to get him married for the last three weeks," Heard said. The halls are empty, and the only noise around is the radio blaring from Heard's closet. Heard's cart sits in the hallway, the light from the office funneling out into the hall. He shuffles around the office, and emerges from the office with a Wall Street Journal and a Daily Collegian. He holds in his hand what appears to be a fringe benefit of his work, a pen. He scratches the pen across the Wall Street Journal, only to rip the paper. "Sucker's run out ink," he says^as he chucks the pen back into the garbage. Although Heard occasionally finds a fringe benefit he and Fuentez said they find mostly jackets, notebooks and textbooks. Heard's cart might be considered a bag lady's heaven. He shows off his cans and computer paper, more fringe benefits, that he saves and recycles. More computer paper, he says, there's another computer room ahead. It may be another fringe benefit but he doesn't thoroughly enjoy cleaning it "I hale the son of a bitch. It's so hard to clean." Heard had been a cotton grader for the ' United States Department of Agriculture for 18 years, and when they started cutting his hours, he applied for a job at the uraversity. The janitors seem to have full autonomy, just get the work done and everything will be OK. "I have a supervisor who comes around," Heard said as he straightened the chairs in Room 203A back into rows. "He don't bother you as long as you do the work." Between his odd hours and his family, Heard only gets four hours sleep a day. It doesn't affect his work, he said, "I just don't sleep all that much" Heard goes about his work, talking about everything from his job to the Cuban Missile Crisis. "We make almost $10 an hour, but the only way to make it now is to have your own business. Banks are folding like newspapers." He reaches into a trash bin for a couple of aluminum cans while describing why the Bank of America is in trouble. Sweeping under the chairs, he goes into more detail about the Cuban Missile Crisis and ties it in to President Reagan's dealings, in Iran. He talks about going back to school, as he sweeps the hallway heading back his closet and maybe taking some history classes. |
