I hate to clean stuff, myself. I clean only when absolutely necessary, and even then under duress. But I really like to have stuff be clean.
Millions of people pass every day through the New York City subway system. They leave trash, a variety of bodily secretions, food and grime.
And yet, every day, several times a day, each station is brought back to a state of tolerable cleanliness by miraculous people. They pick up, they mop up, they bleach, they throw stuff away. They paint over graffiti.
They're overlooked, bumped into, probably underpaid and certainly under-appreciated. And yet, they continue to do a great job, perhaps not in keeping the subways actually clean, but in at least holding back the tide of grossness.
A heartfelt thank you from me to the people who clean public spaces. It's a job I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole, but I'm heartily glad that someone does it.