May 29, 2010 22:12
I got a fish tank on craigslist, and I have to clean before I can set it up- because setting it up is Adding More Crap, and is also A Fun Treat. Ergo, clean first.
So I cleaned my room. I only have the dresser and desk before my room is done. :D! And I vacuumed!
...that would be how I discovered that my father and I have some fundamental differences in philosophy about the vacuum cleaner and vacuuming.
He believes you should vacuum every week, and that vacuuming around the shit on the floor is okay.
I believe you should vacuum after picking up the floor. (Consequently I do not vacuum much. Yeah, I'm a slob. Fine.)
He believes you only empty the vacuum canister when you're done vacuuming!
I believe you empty the poor thing when it is almost full.
He believes that it's okay if the outside of the vacuum is filthy, that crap stuck in the brushes make it scrub the floor better, and that that tortured noise means it's working.
I believe you should clean the fucking filter once in a while.
I started to clean, then stopped and spent ten minutes pulling strings and hair out of the brushes, removing a TAG the size of an index card that was completely blocking the suction intake, and figuring out how to get the plastic cyclone off so I could remove a clump of hard-matted hair and dirt the size of a guinea pig.
This is not counting how long it took to beat out the filter.
AND I had to empty the canister twice just to vacuum my bedroom and a doormat-sized area in the hallway. Granted I did dump two boxes of baking soda onto the carpet about an hour earlier. That's probably why.
Clearly I should vacuum more. My poor vacuum might not survive if I don't.
wtf,
rl,
family