ugh
well, streak broken. but not surprising since i didn't really do much yesterday worth talking about.
And today I have yet to do, but I can complain at any time! You see, boy housemate mostly kept the house clean for when I got back. At least clean up to his standards, which admittedly, are far lower than mine. So that meant that the first night I got back i cleaned the bathroom so that there wasn't a ring in the toilet and the shower was comet-ed. And I've cleaned the kitchen floor like three times because it's *sticky* (which he swears it isn't, but he walks around in socks and i walk in bare feet, and trust me, *something* is going on with the floor).
So today I notice that there's a red spatter of wax on the wall. We have totally white walls, and it's a spatter the size of a spread hand, with some more drips down below. And i point at it an laugh, and he says yeah, that must have come from when he filmed this short with his friends in our apartment, and lolz.
Then i realize that he's not going to clean it up if he hasn't already. And that now that I've seen it, I'll see it every time I walk past that wall. So i was like, um, yeah, can you clean that up? It'll stain the wall?
And he's like, "um, yeah? i guess?" as if it hadn't occurred to him that one needs to do that, and as if i was being particularly weird asking him to clean up a mess he'd made ... and you guys tell me - is that weird? it feels weird.
i want to go back in there and be like, "look, sorry you don't think that you need to clean up your own mess, but you do. and it's not unreasonable for me to expect you to do so. i shouldn't have to do it. and it's my deposit if it doesn't get clean when we move out!"
also posted to dreamwidth | you can reply here or there | um, but don't worry, i'm still an lj girl
And today I have yet to do, but I can complain at any time! You see, boy housemate mostly kept the house clean for when I got back. At least clean up to his standards, which admittedly, are far lower than mine. So that meant that the first night I got back i cleaned the bathroom so that there wasn't a ring in the toilet and the shower was comet-ed. And I've cleaned the kitchen floor like three times because it's *sticky* (which he swears it isn't, but he walks around in socks and i walk in bare feet, and trust me, *something* is going on with the floor).
So today I notice that there's a red spatter of wax on the wall. We have totally white walls, and it's a spatter the size of a spread hand, with some more drips down below. And i point at it an laugh, and he says yeah, that must have come from when he filmed this short with his friends in our apartment, and lolz.
Then i realize that he's not going to clean it up if he hasn't already. And that now that I've seen it, I'll see it every time I walk past that wall. So i was like, um, yeah, can you clean that up? It'll stain the wall?
And he's like, "um, yeah? i guess?" as if it hadn't occurred to him that one needs to do that, and as if i was being particularly weird asking him to clean up a mess he'd made ... and you guys tell me - is that weird? it feels weird.
i want to go back in there and be like, "look, sorry you don't think that you need to clean up your own mess, but you do. and it's not unreasonable for me to expect you to do so. i shouldn't have to do it. and it's my deposit if it doesn't get clean when we move out!"
also posted to dreamwidth | you can reply here or there | um, but don't worry, i'm still an lj girl