Yes BTD like cleaning the bathrooms is a privilege. 😒 UGH!!
Very true. I’m sure there was competition between sisters to clean the “bathrooms” at our Kingdom Hall to show who was the most humble. That task was never given to brothers. They wouldn’t know what to do with a mop. I was given the next lowliest job of “tidying the garden” which comprised two concrete horse-trough shaped receptacles outside the doors to the building and which were popular meeting places for the local cat population. You just didn’t know what you were digging into. After I had done my time there, I was promoted to selling magazines to the brothers to sell on - a watchtower ‘pyramid‘ scam if ever there was one. We used to buy them, then put the money we got for them into the contribution box, because our preaching was free. Watchtower got paid twice over. 100% mark-up. Then, one day, came the call to take a seat at the highest table! I was to hold the microphone on the end of a wooden rod for brothers to repeat a paragraph from the watchtower in ‘answer’ to the study conductor. These were the days well before 1975, and a microphone was still a wonder to behold. We were done with shouting from the back of the hall and the study conductor, who was deaf as a post would nod knowingly, as though in agreement as he prayed to god that the speaker was saying something acceptable, because he had not a clue what was being said! That was about the highest I rose in the watchtower, picking up ”donations” from the local cat population, flogging magazines to the brothers and public, and helping the study conductor hear something of what was being yelled at him from the back of the hall. Happy times.