I’ll save some time–working as a waitress, one of my duties was to clean the restaurant (all) before opening, inc. the toilets. So I did that. I actually came in earlier that day to deal with the ball explosion (we had a tree that dropped balls on the reg, it was a windy day).
Anyway, toilet was lovely, then a sparrow flew in and died and landed in the toilet and floated about and I got yelled at for my so-called negligence. I loudly protested and the sparrow was eventually fished out by my boss (I point blank refused) and thrown in a bin without ceremony.
As for the balls, the boss’ father, prior to his death planted a tree in the middle of the restaurant. His mother hated it (she lived in the restaurant’s granny flat) and constantly told him to cut the ball tree down–with me saying “yes, I hate the balls!” behind her. He refused to as his father planted it and chopping it down would besmirch his memory.
With the help of Mother (as I was coming in early = fu boss) I found a hole in the floor next to the toilet that was also on some lower ground. So I’d just sweep it all rapidly into that corner then literally put it under the rug.
My ex-boss has since claimed (he enjoys my various workarounds) that he caught us red-handed lifting a mat. Nuh-uh. In any case, he later adapted my idea because if you’re going to keep a shitty ball-dropping tree, you’re going to be lazy.
It did sometimes drop balls into people’s food if you were wondering, but luckily they all took it as a “charming Greece” thing. Phew!
This is all quite normal for Greece, I should add.