Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The Joy of the 4-Day Work Week
Wednesday, I love you. The Tuesday-that-felt-like-a-Monday was the day from hell but now, suddenly, its the middle of the week already, how about that?! Let's get this week over with, together, you and I.
Living Situation: Update
Yesterday after work I went over to the new apartment to pick up the keys and have a look around. When I went by on Saturday to sign the lease the place was less than spotless, and by less than spotless I mean a huge fucking mess, but the guy I'm subletting from hadn't moved out yet and I thought maybe he'd clean but I wasn't holding my breath, so I was trying to prepare myself for some grossness and also disappointment. Well. There was no way I could have prepared myself for how disgusting the a**hole I'm subletting from left the place. Disgusting. Oh. My. God. The place was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. I can't believe anyone lives like that. DISGUSTING. I burst into tears. Then I went home, where my GRE Subject Test scores were conveniently waiting for me, finally. I did horribly. I burst into tears again. Roommate, bless her heart, the best friend/roommate/person in the whole world went back to the apartment with me and helped me clean for TWO HOURS. It was hot. And disgusting. And really hot. We cleaned for two hours. And you can't really tell. We sweated a lot. And cleaned. And sweated. And I kept bursting into tears. Let me tell you that tears, sweat, and cleaning supplies are a really lovely combination.
I got the kitchen countertops, the fridge, the outside of the stove, and the microwave done, kind of. I'll probably actually clean them again once I move in. Roommate did the bathtub, toilet, and vanity. Bless her heart, I love that girl. Still to do: the floors in the kitchen and bathroom (OMG SO DISGUSTING), the cabinets in the kitchen, and the walls (OMG no kidding the walls need to be wiped down and bleached, ew gross gross gross!) and floors and then I need to paint. Oh yeah and the whole place smells like cigarette smoke still. I didn't know he was a smoker and it didn't smell like that when I looked at the place but now it smells like a fucking ashtray. YUCK. Well, and now cleaning supplies but still frikin cigarette smoke. YUCK. I cannot tell you how much I hate cigarettes and cigarette smoke and the awful stale smell they leave behind and just, YUCK. The power was still on (and on his utilities account) yesterday and when I left I turned the AC down to 60 and I plan to let it run and air out the place until the utilities are turned off. Ha. I've decided that I'm going to tell the realtor that 1) The place was absolutely disgusting when I moved in, frikin gross and disgusting, and 2) The wall that I plan to paint was already painted when I got there. I don't care if he doesn't get his deposit back, he doesn't deserve it. At all. After we got home at about 8, after cleaning for two hours, I called my mom and sobbed. Then I made dinner, took a very long and very cleansing shower in my clean clean shower in my clean clean apartment that I don't want to leave (OMG Don't want to leave this place it so big and roomy and CLEAN!), and went to SLEEP. And had a nightmare about the frikin place. Then I woke up at 2:30 and worried. Man, I love life. Life is just going so swell right now.
I got the kitchen countertops, the fridge, the outside of the stove, and the microwave done, kind of. I'll probably actually clean them again once I move in. Roommate did the bathtub, toilet, and vanity. Bless her heart, I love that girl. Still to do: the floors in the kitchen and bathroom (OMG SO DISGUSTING), the cabinets in the kitchen, and the walls (OMG no kidding the walls need to be wiped down and bleached, ew gross gross gross!) and floors and then I need to paint. Oh yeah and the whole place smells like cigarette smoke still. I didn't know he was a smoker and it didn't smell like that when I looked at the place but now it smells like a fucking ashtray. YUCK. Well, and now cleaning supplies but still frikin cigarette smoke. YUCK. I cannot tell you how much I hate cigarettes and cigarette smoke and the awful stale smell they leave behind and just, YUCK. The power was still on (and on his utilities account) yesterday and when I left I turned the AC down to 60 and I plan to let it run and air out the place until the utilities are turned off. Ha. I've decided that I'm going to tell the realtor that 1) The place was absolutely disgusting when I moved in, frikin gross and disgusting, and 2) The wall that I plan to paint was already painted when I got there. I don't care if he doesn't get his deposit back, he doesn't deserve it. At all. After we got home at about 8, after cleaning for two hours, I called my mom and sobbed. Then I made dinner, took a very long and very cleansing shower in my clean clean shower in my clean clean apartment that I don't want to leave (OMG Don't want to leave this place it so big and roomy and CLEAN!), and went to SLEEP. And had a nightmare about the frikin place. Then I woke up at 2:30 and worried. Man, I love life. Life is just going so swell right now.
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