Temp Worker
OBJECTIVES: Clean the Senate Building
PEOPLE PRESENT: Temp Agency Cleaning Crew, Senate Security Staff
TAGS: Open
With her headphones on, she began to walk through her own assigned corridors of the senate building. It was mostly devoid of activity, her hand waving to those that lingered to guard the place. Her badge flashed more than once as her attitude made it plain she didn't enjoy the thought of working over what most considered a week end. But credits were credits, and at least the work was on her own planet for once.
There were others working alongside her from the same temp agency, but they all had unofficially made her the leader of the group. An exhausting task given the responsibilities that had already been given to her now including babysitting the lot of them. Also meaning she had to come and go in order to bring any of the work related grav-carts they needed from the transport. Her seniority was for some reason the deciding factor today. Perhaps because she had been the senior most member of the crew that day.
Or because she was the longest lasting worker for the agency period and none of the others wanted to deal with the guards as much.
Either way, she had gone back and forth, working with the guards to slowly get the assigned people to work before moving to her own floor. The communicators were working finally, having spent several minutes fiddling with them. The receptionist at the front desk had pointed her to security in order to work out what signal to not use, but also to make sure that the agency cleaners could be monitored given they were in a government building.
Details that made her head spin.
What did they figure people did? Got jobs as cleaning staff to blow a place up?
Seemed awfully far fetched in her experience. Then again the galaxy was a strange place. Even here where the seat of the Alliance sat was not free from the strange happenings of the universe.
A lot had been happening of late, and the place had seen more and more frequent use with scarce times between to actually allow the regular cleaning staff time to work their magic. Well, at least what most considered magic. The people that used the force-thing could produce a whole other field of magical shows. Moving stuff with their minds and summoning lightning and all that bith-jazz. But even other cleaning companies needed help from time to time.
Which was why the temp agency had seized the opportunity to send in someone of their own workers to establish a healthy rapport with the senate and those companies paying attention to who they hired. Taking the turbolifts up, she began to slowly work through the seating areas around the top. Emptying bins, dusting, sanitizing and making sure the arrangement was immaculate for the next use.
Several were assigned to garbage bins all along the floors while others were to follow a pattern, working from the top, down to avoid leaving behind dust from the higher levels. All of them wore rather plain uniforms, unadorned and dull in color. The brimmed hats only added to the rather bland display the agency workers had.
Melolei clicked on the music on her portable player, sound feeding into her headset as she began to sincerely work given her final trip through security had brought the cleaning supplies in. Which had been nearly a fiasco in and of itself with how paranoid the guards had been. All questions and answers she didn't want to have to repeat again given how antsy the group had seemed.
What are the side effects of each container? How long does it take the disinfectant to disperse? Will the aerosol linger for longer than a standard galactic day? All questions she had to look up in her technical data sheets that had been handy on the grav-cart thankfully. She'd never had to actually use the blasted things until today, but was thankful she had remembered the dispatcher mentioning them.
There were others working alongside her from the same temp agency, but they all had unofficially made her the leader of the group. An exhausting task given the responsibilities that had already been given to her now including babysitting the lot of them. Also meaning she had to come and go in order to bring any of the work related grav-carts they needed from the transport. Her seniority was for some reason the deciding factor today. Perhaps because she had been the senior most member of the crew that day.
Or because she was the longest lasting worker for the agency period and none of the others wanted to deal with the guards as much.
Either way, she had gone back and forth, working with the guards to slowly get the assigned people to work before moving to her own floor. The communicators were working finally, having spent several minutes fiddling with them. The receptionist at the front desk had pointed her to security in order to work out what signal to not use, but also to make sure that the agency cleaners could be monitored given they were in a government building.
Details that made her head spin.
What did they figure people did? Got jobs as cleaning staff to blow a place up?
Seemed awfully far fetched in her experience. Then again the galaxy was a strange place. Even here where the seat of the Alliance sat was not free from the strange happenings of the universe.
A lot had been happening of late, and the place had seen more and more frequent use with scarce times between to actually allow the regular cleaning staff time to work their magic. Well, at least what most considered magic. The people that used the force-thing could produce a whole other field of magical shows. Moving stuff with their minds and summoning lightning and all that bith-jazz. But even other cleaning companies needed help from time to time.
Which was why the temp agency had seized the opportunity to send in someone of their own workers to establish a healthy rapport with the senate and those companies paying attention to who they hired. Taking the turbolifts up, she began to slowly work through the seating areas around the top. Emptying bins, dusting, sanitizing and making sure the arrangement was immaculate for the next use.
Several were assigned to garbage bins all along the floors while others were to follow a pattern, working from the top, down to avoid leaving behind dust from the higher levels. All of them wore rather plain uniforms, unadorned and dull in color. The brimmed hats only added to the rather bland display the agency workers had.
Melolei clicked on the music on her portable player, sound feeding into her headset as she began to sincerely work given her final trip through security had brought the cleaning supplies in. Which had been nearly a fiasco in and of itself with how paranoid the guards had been. All questions and answers she didn't want to have to repeat again given how antsy the group had seemed.
What are the side effects of each container? How long does it take the disinfectant to disperse? Will the aerosol linger for longer than a standard galactic day? All questions she had to look up in her technical data sheets that had been handy on the grav-cart thankfully. She'd never had to actually use the blasted things until today, but was thankful she had remembered the dispatcher mentioning them.
