Saturday, December 13, 2008

White Glove of Death

Alright, so I slightly hate white glove. I heart the clean, but the process of getting to said immaculate state is highly stressful. And it's a job that no one really wants to do. So what does management do? They make us their little cleaning slaves. Maybe it's their plug for getting us to be domestic. Thank you, BYU-Idaho. Anyways, the cleaning is divided up for six lucky girls. I got the lovely task of cleaning the oven and the microwave, which is better than the wretched fridge or something... It really wasn't bad at all. However, in the process of cleaning the stove, I discovered the location of the potent smell that had taken over our apartment. It was underneath the stove. It was a strong array of fish grease, pasta roni, and inexplicably, peaches. It was disgustingly awesome...hold the awesome. Thirty minutes after scrubbing, the crap was still all over the stove. Yummy!!! After a prayer, a new sponge, some disinfectant and some more elbow grease, it all came off. But I'm pretty sure I wanted to die in the process. Yet, the foul aroma that was there is now gone, hooray.

Then it was time to clean the room. I scrubbed those blinds, and was feeling pretty good about them. All was well, and all was clean. Then the RA's came around, and checked us out. However comma, in the process their Nazi sides came out. The stove had dust on it, and was therefore still dirty.... Oh, and the drawers underneath our beds were apparently not clean enough. So wipe them out again we did, and sprisingly...not...you could tell no difference. But I'm sure it made them feel better on the inside. Right on, Nazi's; right on. But it is nice to live in a clean apartment again. We may or may not have gotten slightly lazy/messy/what of it, foo?

So all of my roommies but one have left but one. Her name is Marie, and she is lots of fun. What did we do today? Hung out, slept, watched What Not to Wear, slept, and watched some more movies. It was pretty sweet. We are in the process of pulling an all-nighter. She is taking me to the shuttle tomorrow morning at 4:30...AM. That's right. Be jealous. So in order to not actually miss it, we are watching the comic genius of Steve Carell, and drinking lots of caffeine. It's freakin' awesome. So for now, I will go back to Get Smart, and pumping Pepsi into my system. Thank you, and goodnight.

1 comment:

jennifer said...

hahaha... sounds like fun! hope you got on your shuttle just fine!