"Look at this tub, it's so clean. She must have scrubbed it for an hour. And her sink is sparkling! And this bedroom is so neat and tidy—not a thing is out of place and there isn't a speck of dust anywhere. Same with this cute living room. Everything has been so nicely dusted and put in its place—but oh, oh dear, what is this? A streak! There's a streak on the sliding glass door! Well, that just won't do now, will it."
So I failed. Four and a half hours of cleaning and I FAILED because of some streaks on the glass door. Let's just skip over the significant things, like the tub and the sink and the entire living room. That one streaky spot is the end of it all—this apartment must not be clean because of it. Don't even consider the fact that I washed it with Windex TWICE to get all the dust and streaks off.
Thanks, Carriage Cove, for being Nazis. That stupid streak is going to cost me thirty effing dollars.
*end rant*
3 comments:
Oh man, I'm really sorry. Stupid Carriage Cove. That is really lame. But don't they do re-checks for like $5?
Wow, I don't miss cleaning checks. If I were in your position, I think slapping the cleaning lady would make me feel better. Maybe you should try it...
That's why I had to get the H out of there; I got sick of my pocketbook getting raped all the time.
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