That long, cold winter is finally behind us! With the sun shining through our office windows, everyone is a little cheerier today.
Brigid seems especially motivated. She’s finished all her tasks and has decided to give her workspace a thorough spring cleaning.
Her filing cabinet has been sorted, unnecessary documents shredded. Her desk is clutter-free and even her inbox is spotless. Next up, dusting and disinfecting her surfaces. She visits the break room to look for a bottle of bleach-based cleaner.
Martha is there, brewing a pot of coffee as Brigid rummages through the cupboard under the sink.
“Martha,” she asks, “have you seen the cleaner?”
“I just made a bottle!” Martha responds, leaving the coffee and motioning for Brigid to follow her. “On my way into the office today, I heard the most awful report on the radio.”
“Oh yeah…” Brigid says with a skeptical tone.
“Yeah.” Martha says with a nod, “It was about chemical cleaners. You wouldn’t believe the harmful ingredients found in regular cleaners at the store. They can cause skin and eye irritation, not to mention that the chemicals linger in the air for hours after you use them. Imagine what that does to the environment –”
“But we need chemical cleaners to really clean our surfaces. I don’t want to catch a cold just because I’m afraid of a little bleach.” Brigid responds.
“No need to! A mix of tea tree oil, plain white vinegar, soap and water will disinfect just as well.”
“That seems like a lot of work…”
“Well,” Martha responds, “it sort of is. That’s why I’m putting in an Office Plus order later today. They sell all natural cleaners, too!”
“Really?” Brigid says, a bit surprised.
“It’s true.” Martha hands Brigid the bottle of natural cleaner. “Give it a try. It won’t irritate your skin like the regular stuff.”
Brigid looks it over. “Why not?” she says, heading back to her desk.
Moments later, Brigid returns to Martha’s desk with the bottle.
“Thanks,” Brigid beams, “now my spring cleaning is officially done! And my desk smells wonderful.”
Martha nods. She loves the smell of tea tree oil, too.
Brigid returns to her desk and takes a long, deep breath.
Just then, she hears, “Martha, where’s the bleach cleaner?” It’s Andy, Martha’s next green cleaner convert.