annoyance or freedom: good for cleaning?
May. 10th, 2005 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Got up early, puttered around, got ready for work, got a lift with Dave. Stopped at traffic light on Parkside: "What time do you get out? 4:30, right?"
"Let me check," I said, as the scheduling people can never make up their mind about that opening shift. Some weeks it's 9:00-4:30; some weeks it's 9:30 - 4:00, and then there are the possible permutations in between. So I get out my dayplanner, with my schedule scribbled in it.
"Er," I said, "is today the tenth?"
"Yes," Dave said.
"Er, I get out at 9:30."
"Huh?"
Next week I am working 9:30-4:30 on Tuesday. The seventeenth. Today? 4:30-9:30, not 9:30-4:30.
Well shit.
So Dave took me back home and i looked up the bus schedule. So much for my plans to have Dave pick me up this afternoon after work so we could finish up the garden shopping.
I am so fucking sick of being the scheduler's bitch. When do I work? Whenever Tom feels like it!! Which includes them changing my shifts up until pretty much the day before I work them.
If I had a car perhaps this wouldn't be such a big deal. But I DON'T. This is a PAIN IN MY ASS. In fact, I think it would always be a pain. So there.
So I came home and couldn't decide whether I was annoyed, infuriated, or exhilarated. It's gorgeous today, 75 outside already.
So I scrubbed the mildew from the shower curtain and let it hang in the sun for 2 hours. I scrubbed the tub, which I cleaned recently but it's dirty again. I washed the bathroom floor. I washed the bathroom rugs and hung them out in the sun. I cleaned the dinette, which involved removing debris predating Christmas from the table, and scrubbed the table. I fixed the window in the dinette so the screen is in the right place, and put the curtains in to wash so I could hang them in the sun as well. I cleaned the dinette floor, and rearranged the furniture in it, dropping the leaf on the table which we only ever use to accumulate clutter anyway. Discovered the remains of one of Dave's craft projects in the cracks of the table, and cleaned that out. Retrieved and scrubbed our good placemats to hopefully keep the table from getting as shittified as it was. Have pondered additional cleaning, but don't know if I can handle it. I told Dave I'd do all the rest of the cleaning if he did the dishes, but I've been doing the dishes of late as well, and so it doesn't really matter. We live in filth and that's just the way of it, because I can't bring myself to care for two. I am a clean person, but only if my roommates make some sort of attempt as well. Otherwise i'm just the sort of person who occasionally can't deal with how messy it is, but not the sort who's going to keep cleaning it up.
So, bad combination.
But, two rooms cleaned out of, what, four? (It's a small goddamn house.)
I might spend some time on the sunporch doing a bit more writing, if this productive urge lets up. Otherwise, there is a carpet in the living room that needs attention. (I can't make myself care about the living room, though; I never go in there except on my way someplace else. Dave uses it as his study and it's just all clutter. I took my papasan chair out of it and have it on the sunporch instead.
"Let me check," I said, as the scheduling people can never make up their mind about that opening shift. Some weeks it's 9:00-4:30; some weeks it's 9:30 - 4:00, and then there are the possible permutations in between. So I get out my dayplanner, with my schedule scribbled in it.
"Er," I said, "is today the tenth?"
"Yes," Dave said.
"Er, I get out at 9:30."
"Huh?"
Next week I am working 9:30-4:30 on Tuesday. The seventeenth. Today? 4:30-9:30, not 9:30-4:30.
Well shit.
So Dave took me back home and i looked up the bus schedule. So much for my plans to have Dave pick me up this afternoon after work so we could finish up the garden shopping.
I am so fucking sick of being the scheduler's bitch. When do I work? Whenever Tom feels like it!! Which includes them changing my shifts up until pretty much the day before I work them.
If I had a car perhaps this wouldn't be such a big deal. But I DON'T. This is a PAIN IN MY ASS. In fact, I think it would always be a pain. So there.
So I came home and couldn't decide whether I was annoyed, infuriated, or exhilarated. It's gorgeous today, 75 outside already.
So I scrubbed the mildew from the shower curtain and let it hang in the sun for 2 hours. I scrubbed the tub, which I cleaned recently but it's dirty again. I washed the bathroom floor. I washed the bathroom rugs and hung them out in the sun. I cleaned the dinette, which involved removing debris predating Christmas from the table, and scrubbed the table. I fixed the window in the dinette so the screen is in the right place, and put the curtains in to wash so I could hang them in the sun as well. I cleaned the dinette floor, and rearranged the furniture in it, dropping the leaf on the table which we only ever use to accumulate clutter anyway. Discovered the remains of one of Dave's craft projects in the cracks of the table, and cleaned that out. Retrieved and scrubbed our good placemats to hopefully keep the table from getting as shittified as it was. Have pondered additional cleaning, but don't know if I can handle it. I told Dave I'd do all the rest of the cleaning if he did the dishes, but I've been doing the dishes of late as well, and so it doesn't really matter. We live in filth and that's just the way of it, because I can't bring myself to care for two. I am a clean person, but only if my roommates make some sort of attempt as well. Otherwise i'm just the sort of person who occasionally can't deal with how messy it is, but not the sort who's going to keep cleaning it up.
So, bad combination.
But, two rooms cleaned out of, what, four? (It's a small goddamn house.)
I might spend some time on the sunporch doing a bit more writing, if this productive urge lets up. Otherwise, there is a carpet in the living room that needs attention. (I can't make myself care about the living room, though; I never go in there except on my way someplace else. Dave uses it as his study and it's just all clutter. I took my papasan chair out of it and have it on the sunporch instead.
