that's what they say when you play the game
everyone who lives in this house is a lazy piece of shit.
ok, i exaggerate. not everybody. some of the residents are certainly on top of the waste and/or mess they generate. however, the ones that are not more than compensate for the clean ones. they must think that, because i made a certain sacrafice for the sake of slightly more privacy than i started out with, albeit STILL not as much as everyone else in the house (with the exception, of course, of TheRoomie, who enjoys the same level), and agreed to vacuum the living room and sweep/mop the kitchen floor on top of my usual lot of chores, that i am a maid.
i wish somebody had informed me of this fact. because at least then i would willing to accept my place in life. i was under the impression that i wasn't, but surprise surprise, whaddaya know, it turns out i am. now i should just set upon the task of convincing myself that i love picking up people's trash, dirty clothes, food, dishes, and organizing every aspect of the living room at all times. furthermore, it appears that, because i am the person that is in charge of the floor, if anybody makes a mess, they don't have to clean up after themselves because, hey, that's my job! oh my goodness, i am so happy to be their little mother/ *enter specific ethnicity* maid. i especially enjoy when people have guests over for the weekend and don't clean up after them. that really tickles my pickle. but the best part of all of this was when TheRoomie kindly informed me that, due to my usual sector in chores and the fact that people usually don't do them (even though they never fail to bitch audibly about others who fail at the same task), the two of us perform at least half of the chores in this house every week.
now that is the PERFECT ending to my day. now all i have to do is go to work and clean up after some more anal musicians.
ok, i exaggerate. not everybody. some of the residents are certainly on top of the waste and/or mess they generate. however, the ones that are not more than compensate for the clean ones. they must think that, because i made a certain sacrafice for the sake of slightly more privacy than i started out with, albeit STILL not as much as everyone else in the house (with the exception, of course, of TheRoomie, who enjoys the same level), and agreed to vacuum the living room and sweep/mop the kitchen floor on top of my usual lot of chores, that i am a maid.
i wish somebody had informed me of this fact. because at least then i would willing to accept my place in life. i was under the impression that i wasn't, but surprise surprise, whaddaya know, it turns out i am. now i should just set upon the task of convincing myself that i love picking up people's trash, dirty clothes, food, dishes, and organizing every aspect of the living room at all times. furthermore, it appears that, because i am the person that is in charge of the floor, if anybody makes a mess, they don't have to clean up after themselves because, hey, that's my job! oh my goodness, i am so happy to be their little mother/ *enter specific ethnicity* maid. i especially enjoy when people have guests over for the weekend and don't clean up after them. that really tickles my pickle. but the best part of all of this was when TheRoomie kindly informed me that, due to my usual sector in chores and the fact that people usually don't do them (even though they never fail to bitch audibly about others who fail at the same task), the two of us perform at least half of the chores in this house every week.
now that is the PERFECT ending to my day. now all i have to do is go to work and clean up after some more anal musicians.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 19:43
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