Yesterday Dan come over to hang out and I dutifully knocked on Vicky's door and said I have a visitor, and she just grumbled "okay." Woman, it's Saturday night! I don't know what it's like having your dismal social life, but I personally find it perfectly acceptable to have a beer and watch The Office with my good friend. Hmph.
Then today, she wakes me up to inform me that I have to clean the apartment and do the laundry today. Fine. I can clean, whatever. So I sift through the massive assortment of cleaning products and clean the kitchen counters, the sinks, the tub, and vacuum the floor. So I come home (after visiting another WG, ha!) and she tracks me down and chews me out for not cleaning properly. Apparently I was supposed to WASH the bathroom floors, and the tub wasn't clean enough, and I messed up the settings when I did the wash, etc. She was like, "did you clean today?" and I said "I thought I did..." and she glared at me like a woman with a piece of coal for a heart. She went on to say that things have to be clean in this place, and I just said that it seems that my definition of clean is a bit different. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to even know which products I'm supposed to use? There's, like, six different detergents, and a giant bin of other stuff. I can't even figure out what I'm supposed to use to clean the toilet. So yeah. I had no idea I was such a slob...I thought I was rather on the tidy side.
I need to get out of this OCD hellhole. Luckily, tonight I visited another apartment and it was really awesome. I hope they take me...I can't stand feeling like a guest in my own place. I am not paying all these euros a month to be controlled and bossed around like I'm five years old.
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