Apartment Cleaning Mission Objectives: 1/5

[railenthe]

Detail the Bathroom: 1/1
Unclutter the Bed, Sofa, and Chair: 0/1
Clean the Stove/Oven:  0/1
Clean the Kitchenette Area:  0/1
Clean the Home Altar Area:  0/1

Quest:  The state of the apartment has begun to bug you, Rai, and so you begin to detail-clean it.  But it’s a surprising amount of work.  So you break it down into individual tasks.

*Job Change to Unpaid Maid*

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Hey, it gives me something to do when the internet continues to herp the derp. I haven’t seen more than two bars of signal since last night.  And the single-bar I get is usually all of three minutes…when I’m lucky…right now ten seconds is good stuff.
It’ll be difficult for me to respond to comments—hell, I’m  back to using computer-clients to post my updates, since I cannot seem to load a browser right now.
If I can find such a thing to get to my comments it’ll be awesome—anyone got a suggestion?

 

The quest for a clean apartment has begun in earnest, and there are a few things that I’ve discovered already today that are going to bug me when the inspection comes in.

 

You see, neither of them are anything that I can do anything about.

 

I decided to take a perimeter approach, and started with what would be the horror show in a hotel room: the bathroom.

 

Right now I’m taking a break: that cleaner’s so strong-smelling that I can only clean for about an hour at a time, and only in fragments.  I’d open a door/window, but…well, for once it isn’t hot in here, and I don’t want to ruin that.

 

It wasn’t so bad—mostly bits of cosmetic wrappers, melted soap, and borax—laid down to kill the bugs that the monthly building spray doesn’t catch.  A few tablespoons of hospital!Lysol concentrate in a bucket of hot water—hot water enhanced with a kettle of boiling, of course.

 

When I clean, I don’t just clean; I always aim for sterile.  …wonder if that explains my crappy immunity.

 

After taking the super!scrub brush that I bought to the baseboards, effectively erasing the borax layer from the last treatment, I attacked everything with that hospital-Lysol, revealing at last the caulk that’s been hiding under a layer of grime since I moved in.

 

(Before you say anything, it was like that the very day I moved in.  I’ve spent all this time hunting for something to get it up.)

 

Anyway, as it turned out, that wasn’t grimy caulk: it was the caulk.  Apparently, it’s been so long since this apartment was properly maintained—mind you I call in a repair order any time I discover something is amiss—that the caulk is actually starting to degrade.  That means that I’ll have to stop for now in there: I don’t have anything to scrape that old caulk up with, and I don’t have a caulking gun to put more down with.

 

I sprayed the floor down with hospital-Lysol and steam-mopped to finish that room.  It’s made a huge difference: it looks cleaner, and when the fumes subside, it’ll smell…well, like a hospital, but at least it’s something other than chlorine.  The building’s a bit heavily chlorinated, and that affects the little things like the overall scent and the utter lack of potable water straight out of the tap—gotta filter, or else it’s like drinking from a swimming pool.

 

Next up, the couch and end chair.  The couch must be moved, and organized; the end chair must be organized.

 

Sounds simple, right?  Well, currently THOSE are the things that are keeping me from a passing inspection.  You get more points off from visible clutter than anything else.  Which is probably why I’ve never been called on the bulge in my bathroom wall that sticks out a few millimeters further every month…but that’s a maintenance issue, and I’ve reported it several times without avail.  If it breaks, it’s on them for not listening to me.

 

Now to boil water again.  This time, for tea.

 

Steamy oolong, two cubes of sugar, about three tablespoons of cream: it’ll be delicious, and it’ll hopefully take the scratch out of my throat that this stuff has put in.

 

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