On My Knees In The Bad Kind Of Bad...
I just spent the last four hours cleaning and putting away Christmas decorations.
The first two hours I organized and put away those damn blasted strands of garland, tree bulbs, and lights. I bought some bins for storage and filled them all.
Then I spent the rest of the time CLEANING. I emptied the fridge of old food. I had mashed potatoes, stuffing, and gravy still in there from my party. G-R-O-DOUBLE S. Jessica still had a jar of alfredo sauce from two months ago that she used of mine. I found some old bread of mine and a gallon of milk that I swear my roomies would use if I didn't. No biggie though. It was just painful to throw away the milk. I did the dishes and cleaned the sink and counter. I did a quick job of the fridge, but it still has a bad smell.
Then I vacuumed and did the floors for over and hour. There is so much fucking cat hair in this house thanks to Pocky. I shook out the rugs in the kitchen and got down on my hands and knees with a lint glove/brush/thing and took tons of hair. I did the same thing in the living room rug. I was calm cleaning, its theraputic, but was still very annoyed.
I vacuumed again, just in case.
Then I scooped up all the hair from the brush and couldn't believe how much hair there was. The fact is, the vacuum got so much too. I had to clean out my vacuum filter seven time and two of those I had to change because it wouldn't pick up anything anymore. So, to think how much cathair there had to have been with what I had in my hands and what was in the trashcan is frustrating. I still haven't gotten to the stairs yet(which is all carpet).
What really upsets me is that this isn't my cat. It's Jessicas. She doesn't have a deposit on this place, so I guess why does she care? I can't handle being the only one to clean. I hardly spend anytime here and I still do more cleaning in a week than both my roomies have since they have lived here. Rachel didn't even know where the vacuum was until a few days ago. Its just the cat stuff that is really bothering me right now. The hair, cat poop, and litter. The cat box doesn't get changed enough and there is always litter on the floor. Jessica says that the cat just shits so much though. Well, then she needs to take care of it more, right? Its her cat and not mine. I try to stay calm about it, but I don't know what to do about it. We've talked about it a couple of times and I can't believe I had to talk about it once. Pocky is a great cat, and I don't blame him for the hair.
So, enough witht his rant. I need to shower and go to Keiths. Tomorrow, though? The bathroom. I can't expect anyone else to take up the responsibility to do it anymore. FOUR MONTHS FOLKS AND NOT ONCE HAS SOMEONE CLEANED!!!
The first two hours I organized and put away those damn blasted strands of garland, tree bulbs, and lights. I bought some bins for storage and filled them all.
Then I spent the rest of the time CLEANING. I emptied the fridge of old food. I had mashed potatoes, stuffing, and gravy still in there from my party. G-R-O-DOUBLE S. Jessica still had a jar of alfredo sauce from two months ago that she used of mine. I found some old bread of mine and a gallon of milk that I swear my roomies would use if I didn't. No biggie though. It was just painful to throw away the milk. I did the dishes and cleaned the sink and counter. I did a quick job of the fridge, but it still has a bad smell.
Then I vacuumed and did the floors for over and hour. There is so much fucking cat hair in this house thanks to Pocky. I shook out the rugs in the kitchen and got down on my hands and knees with a lint glove/brush/thing and took tons of hair. I did the same thing in the living room rug. I was calm cleaning, its theraputic, but was still very annoyed.
I vacuumed again, just in case.
Then I scooped up all the hair from the brush and couldn't believe how much hair there was. The fact is, the vacuum got so much too. I had to clean out my vacuum filter seven time and two of those I had to change because it wouldn't pick up anything anymore. So, to think how much cathair there had to have been with what I had in my hands and what was in the trashcan is frustrating. I still haven't gotten to the stairs yet(which is all carpet).
What really upsets me is that this isn't my cat. It's Jessicas. She doesn't have a deposit on this place, so I guess why does she care? I can't handle being the only one to clean. I hardly spend anytime here and I still do more cleaning in a week than both my roomies have since they have lived here. Rachel didn't even know where the vacuum was until a few days ago. Its just the cat stuff that is really bothering me right now. The hair, cat poop, and litter. The cat box doesn't get changed enough and there is always litter on the floor. Jessica says that the cat just shits so much though. Well, then she needs to take care of it more, right? Its her cat and not mine. I try to stay calm about it, but I don't know what to do about it. We've talked about it a couple of times and I can't believe I had to talk about it once. Pocky is a great cat, and I don't blame him for the hair.
So, enough witht his rant. I need to shower and go to Keiths. Tomorrow, though? The bathroom. I can't expect anyone else to take up the responsibility to do it anymore. FOUR MONTHS FOLKS AND NOT ONCE HAS SOMEONE CLEANED!!!