Home sweet home… or at least thats what I thought it was going to be. Walking into my apartment this afternoon was like stepping into war-torn Afghanistan after a US air strike. Apparently Melissa, our “guest”, was planning on cleaning this evening in preparation for our arrival tomorrow. Unfortunately for her we were a day early. There were at least 4 loads of dishes that needed to go into the dish washer, potted plants on the rug with soil all over the place, all kinds of stuff. I flipped. I spent 3 hours in which I should have been resting trying to clean my apartment. If Melissa had come in while I was clean there probably would have been blood shed.
Now, this is probably where I need to explain a few things. I was “ok” with her staying here last semester, I had dealt with it. I wasn’t happy but I felt I was doing “the right thing” by helping someone in need. I was being a nice guy. When I walked in this afternoon I wasn’t thinking “wow is this place messy” but “how, after being nice, could someone do this to me.” I couldn’t understand the lack of common decency. It was not that the apartment was messy but rather the fact that someone had let it become that messy. That was my real problem.
So, after cleaning until my obsessive compulsive side was satisfied my father and I decided margaritas were defiantly in order. While we were at the mexican place down the street Melissa stopped by to finish her cleaning. She was told by Jason that we were coming tomorrow and rightfully so she was coming over to clean. For that I thank her. Again, what I found offensive was NOT that the apartment was messy, but that it had been allowed to get that messy in the first place.
At least she was coming over to clean. If she had simply disappeared I would have been out for blood. I left a note on the counter which I feel mildly bad for stating literally “leave your key and get out.” I feel kind of bad about being so blunt about it but it’s how I felt at the time so I don’t feel like apologizing for it. She did and she’s gone.
While I’m still pissed (a lot) I always have a habit of forgiving and forgetting. Call that a downfall if you will but I can never really hold a grudge for very long. So, for the next week or so I’m sure I’ll sneer at the mention of her name but after that she could probably get rid of any bullet proof vest she may have purchased. Please note that statement is only to illustrate a point and I’d never actually shoot anyone. I abhor guns in their entirety… well, except the Desert Eagle which is just so damn cool that it simply must be liked.
So, here I sit, no money, only 10 cable channels and with a VERY clean apartment. When I say clean I mean it… I even cleaned that little shelf in the bathtub thats for the soap!
Thankfully Lauren comes back tomorrow so I get to see my sweetheart. I can’t wait. I’ve gone far too long without seeing her. Which reminds me… I need to wrap her Christmas gifts tonight. Silly slacker Matt.
Tomorrow Jason gets home as well and I’ll see about what he wants to do to replace the living room furniture that was Melissa’s. The TV sitting on top of a cardboard box just doesn’t look quite right. I think I can probably get a cheap entertainment center setup at IKEA or Target or if worst comes to worst, Walmart.
That’s about it. I’m very tired and I’m glad to be “home” if you will. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some wrapping to do. I should probably apologize to Jason as well since I left a rather ranting email in his inbox while I was at the “height of pissed.” He always said I should tell him if I was pissed about somthing and I certainly took that advice. It’s not really Jason’s fault, although he didn’t really do anything one way or another, to help or to hinder the situation, but yelling at him about something that he didn’t do doesn’t really make a lot of sense… it only makes me seem like a parent.
Whatever. Sleepy time.