Before I start...I'm sorry...I need a rant! Brace yourselves! Get a cup of tea/coffee, a full battery, and a full tank of high nicotine!
If you've read my earlier blog post about thedrama one Tuesday evening (thought my housemate was going to get beaten up byher boyfriend after she'd vomited all over the hallway and downstairs loo, andleft it for 12 hours before cleaning it up, thus staining the carpet), you'llknow I hate my housemates with a passion.
I am not a neat freak. Nor am I a clean freak. Ido, however, expect certain standards to be maintained.
We have a rota for our cleaning. Week 1: Livingroom, 2: Kitchen, 3: Hallway and downstairs loo 4: Bathroom. Of the four girls who livehere, we each take a room and clean it. Or at least that's the theory.
For the past month, Beelzebub (see above!) has doneno cleaning. This comes at a time when potential future housemates are comingto look round after they've left and I'd like to set a standard. On the twooccaasions we've had people to look round, I've gotten up super early to do aquick tidy and a quick clean to make things look at least presentable. Thisincludes doing any cleaning that hasn't been done, particularly in the kitchenand bathroom.
One month ago, I cleaned the kitchen with my newsteam cleaner (see the blog about the vomit on the carpet!). I cleaned the oven5 times that week to make sure it stopped smoking whenever anything was cookedin it. Detect the irony- I even got my cooker into vaping! Get it?! Get it?!Nevermind... In the same week, I aired out the hallway because it stank of Beelzebub'sfeet as she's the only one to keep her shoes in the porch. I opened everywindow, tidied the living room, put the curtain back on the rail because it hadfallen off the end again and whoever had made it fall off hadn't been botheredto put it back, and spruced up the bathroom.
Three weeks ago, recognising that my poor littlesteam cleaner wouldn't be able to tackle the vomit stain, I decided it wasprobably wise to give the hallway a wide berth. Also, Beelzebubhadn't done any cleaning for two weeks.
Two weeks ago, despite Beelzebub still not havingdone any cleaning, I cleaned the bathroom. I also had to clean the kitchenbecause we had an ant infestation who were happily feasting on the dirt on thekitchen sides. Now, I'm a big Rammstein fan but of all their videos I wouldwant to be my life, Links 2,3,4 is not it! I also went out and bought antkiller, and cleaned and tidied for another potential housemate.
Last week, given my housemates have commandeeredthe living room (allegedly a communal space) for 'studying', I didn'tfeel it appropriate to move their many, many books and papers. Also, there's auniversity owned laptop in that room... food stuffs, empty cups, generalrubbish and junk belonging to everyone but me, scattered all across that room.Nope, not running a hoover round in there! I mean, some stuff I can deal withbut if I'd accidentally moved an important paper out of place or even thrownout an important post-it, that would have been bad, right?! I'm not alone inthinking it was more considerate to leave them in their den of filth where atleast they know where their rubbish and papers are, than move them? Kinda wishI'd thrown a lot of it out now...
So this evening, the housemate without a nickname,let's call her 'Martyr' as its quite appropriate accosts me about the cleaningand when I'm going to do the kitchen as its my turn. I tell her the same asI've done since Christmas- when Beelzebub has done her's. It's a simple fact:I'm not going to martyr myself anymore. Martyr will do her cleaning andcomplain that no one else does theirs. I'll do my cleaning when Beelzebub doeshers or I have a vested interest (decent housemates, needing to cook etc). Thisis the way it has been since Christmas, when Beelzebub demanded that I leave thelibrary to do the cleaning after I just arrived (she'd watched me leave thehouse!) at 9pm at night, when she didn't do her cleaning. Martyr knows I wontclean until Beelzebub does. She knows damned well, but with Little Himmlerlistening in from the adjacent room to back her up, she felt she could confrontme on it. She's been ok about it so far, even understanding of my position.Until now. It wasn't much of a confrontation, but I'm still really angry!
Jeez, I wish I could express my true rage but thelanguage would be abominable!
It's so flamin' petty! It really isn't difficultto do just a little bit of cleaning once a week, is it? I rather enjoycleaning, especially now I get to play 'ghost buster' with mysteam cleaner...
If you've read my earlier blog post about thedrama one Tuesday evening (thought my housemate was going to get beaten up byher boyfriend after she'd vomited all over the hallway and downstairs loo, andleft it for 12 hours before cleaning it up, thus staining the carpet), you'llknow I hate my housemates with a passion.
I am not a neat freak. Nor am I a clean freak. Ido, however, expect certain standards to be maintained.
We have a rota for our cleaning. Week 1: Livingroom, 2: Kitchen, 3: Hallway and downstairs loo 4: Bathroom. Of the four girls who livehere, we each take a room and clean it. Or at least that's the theory.
For the past month, Beelzebub (see above!) has doneno cleaning. This comes at a time when potential future housemates are comingto look round after they've left and I'd like to set a standard. On the twooccaasions we've had people to look round, I've gotten up super early to do aquick tidy and a quick clean to make things look at least presentable. Thisincludes doing any cleaning that hasn't been done, particularly in the kitchenand bathroom.
One month ago, I cleaned the kitchen with my newsteam cleaner (see the blog about the vomit on the carpet!). I cleaned the oven5 times that week to make sure it stopped smoking whenever anything was cookedin it. Detect the irony- I even got my cooker into vaping! Get it?! Get it?!Nevermind... In the same week, I aired out the hallway because it stank of Beelzebub'sfeet as she's the only one to keep her shoes in the porch. I opened everywindow, tidied the living room, put the curtain back on the rail because it hadfallen off the end again and whoever had made it fall off hadn't been botheredto put it back, and spruced up the bathroom.
Three weeks ago, recognising that my poor littlesteam cleaner wouldn't be able to tackle the vomit stain, I decided it wasprobably wise to give the hallway a wide berth. Also, Beelzebubhadn't done any cleaning for two weeks.
Two weeks ago, despite Beelzebub still not havingdone any cleaning, I cleaned the bathroom. I also had to clean the kitchenbecause we had an ant infestation who were happily feasting on the dirt on thekitchen sides. Now, I'm a big Rammstein fan but of all their videos I wouldwant to be my life, Links 2,3,4 is not it! I also went out and bought antkiller, and cleaned and tidied for another potential housemate.
Last week, given my housemates have commandeeredthe living room (allegedly a communal space) for 'studying', I didn'tfeel it appropriate to move their many, many books and papers. Also, there's auniversity owned laptop in that room... food stuffs, empty cups, generalrubbish and junk belonging to everyone but me, scattered all across that room.Nope, not running a hoover round in there! I mean, some stuff I can deal withbut if I'd accidentally moved an important paper out of place or even thrownout an important post-it, that would have been bad, right?! I'm not alone inthinking it was more considerate to leave them in their den of filth where atleast they know where their rubbish and papers are, than move them? Kinda wishI'd thrown a lot of it out now...
So this evening, the housemate without a nickname,let's call her 'Martyr' as its quite appropriate accosts me about the cleaningand when I'm going to do the kitchen as its my turn. I tell her the same asI've done since Christmas- when Beelzebub has done her's. It's a simple fact:I'm not going to martyr myself anymore. Martyr will do her cleaning andcomplain that no one else does theirs. I'll do my cleaning when Beelzebub doeshers or I have a vested interest (decent housemates, needing to cook etc). Thisis the way it has been since Christmas, when Beelzebub demanded that I leave thelibrary to do the cleaning after I just arrived (she'd watched me leave thehouse!) at 9pm at night, when she didn't do her cleaning. Martyr knows I wontclean until Beelzebub does. She knows damned well, but with Little Himmlerlistening in from the adjacent room to back her up, she felt she could confrontme on it. She's been ok about it so far, even understanding of my position.Until now. It wasn't much of a confrontation, but I'm still really angry!
Jeez, I wish I could express my true rage but thelanguage would be abominable!
It's so flamin' petty! It really isn't difficultto do just a little bit of cleaning once a week, is it? I rather enjoycleaning, especially now I get to play 'ghost buster' with mysteam cleaner...
