They go about their daily lives, unnoticed, but without them, things would soon fall apart. -- Anon Guest
He'd got his wish. Those Types were gone from his country. They may even be gone from the world, but he didn't really care about anything beyond the borders that didn't make him money. This encapsulated quite an amount of uncaring for the world, had he cared about that, either.
He had exactly forty-eight hours to enjoy his newly-made paradise. No man remaining in his country was unemployed. In fact, businesses all over the country were scrabbling for employees. They even hired women into traditionally male arenas because there were just so few people in the country to work.
And there was nobody to clean up. Offices remained as filthy as they were left. The trash began to pile up. The laundry began to pile up. The housework, not done by the working wives, piled up. Weekends, usually a time of rest and relaxation, filled to the brim with drudgery and monotonous maintenance.