“You know, if “house checks” are anything like “suite checks”; the bar for success is pretty low.” - Binks
Our house received a “Not Approved” grading and they are returning to evaluate us again on February 8, 2008.
Hopefully, the quote from Binks and the fact that we failed our inspection puts in perspective the terrible state of our house.
Oh, and for the record, the kitchen received no bad comments whatsoever. Hmm…and who happened to be behind that initiative?
Anyway, the bathroom was rated very poorly (which is an understatement, these people are absolute slobs). So, Subject A took it upon himself to rush out to the store and purchase some cleaning supplies to clean up the bathroom. I don’t know how he cleaned it. The only new supplies in the bathroom was a sponge and cleaning gloves (supplies that I have had in the house since day one). Otherwise, he made use of my SoftScrub cleaner (again, Day One), and did a reasonable job of making the counter and toilet “look” clean. I would argue that they are not clean…but the fact that he was able to create the illusion of cleanliness exceeded my expectations.
ASIDE: Subject B came by my room eating some of his leftover Hamburger Helper. He then dripped some of it on himself. Try to gain perspective on the issue.
So, the bathroom needs to be recleaned. I’ll probably end up scrubbing the shower today at some point. I also have my Calculus assignment to do. I know where my priorities lie.
Also, this morning, I found some dishes in the dishdrainer that still had food on them. I’m going to address the three of them and say, “Listen, either learn to wash dishes properly, or I send the dishdrainer back to Stratford and you can dry your dishes by hand.”
Hopefully, it will get these 20-somethings to start behaving like fucking adults instead of like teenaged male slobs. I mean, please, at this age we are supposed to be looking for potential mates, and no woman is going to want to marry a man who is an utter slob. As if a woman would be willing to sign herself up for 60+ years with the guy who doesn’t clean.
I’m so frustrated by these people. Sometimes, I think it would be easiest to lock Subject A, B, and C in a room with a kettle and a truckload of heatable noodles and a bucket and leave them to fend for themselves.