Today at 2pm I have two guys from my acting class coming to my apartment to work on a scene with me. This includes the aforementioned person in the previous post. What, you ask, possessed me to invite this guy into my home? I didn't have much choice. The partners were assigned geographically and he lives nearby. But it's not all bad, because the other guy coming over is the one with the Scottish accent. And as far as I'm concerned Scottish accents trump idiotic comments any day of the week, and twice on Sunday. (Sorry, I don't know what that means either.)
My problem is that my apartment is seriously overdue for a major cleaning. I don't mean a light dusting and a meger passover with the vaccuum cleaner. I mean a full-on cleaning. When I get into writing mode the first thing that tends to get neglected is the state of affairs in my apartment. It's not a big deal, no one ever sees it other than me and my roommate. It's not every day that I've got some dude coming on by, much less two at the same time.
What's ridiculous about this is that I live in a one bedroom apartment. It should not take me hours to clean what amounts to about 10 square feet of space. But for some reason it takes an act of Congress or the prospects of a two strangers spending the afternoon here to make me hustle with the Swiffer.
I actually thought about hiring a cleaning service to come in and do a major spring cleaning. I love everything to be clean and sparkling and maybe I do need professional help (in cleaning you jerks.) But does this make me snobby or lazy to basically need someone else to clean for me? Maybe I will look into that, of course knowing me, I'd be so nervous about someone seeing how desperate times had gotten over here that I'd clean up before the maid got here!
Oh well, all this worrying isn't gonna get my place clean, and now I have only a couple hours before the dudes get here. So I'll quit moaning and typing and get to cleanin'. Besides, I want to leave plenty of time to put up all the photos of me from before I lost all the weight. Gotta be able to show the guy "This isn't overweight, THIS is."
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My guy certainly doesn't seem to notice dirt. Or he's really good at ignoring it.
I had someone clean my last house when we were selling it. It gave me extra time to do the straightening and organizing. And it got SO CLEAN! Good stuff. I did feel a little guilty, though. That hasn't stopped me from thinking about getting a service now.
The great thing about having a big house is there is lots of space to hide the clutter. Maybe that's your problem in your one-bedroom?
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