Operation Clean-up: Why My First Apartment Was a Nightmare
posted on 6 February 2012 | posted in
Construction and Industrial
I always envisioned the day I moved into my first apartment would be an exciting and happy occasion. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a nightmare I’ll never forget. Although the apartment still needed a few minor repairs and fresh paint, I was assured that everything would be taken care of by maintenance. I signed the lease, paid the required deposit, and was then given the keys to my kingdom with a promise that I would be able to move in two days later. With great anticipation, I put my key in the lock and swung open the door to my new home. To my horror, I was greeted with dingy, grimy, unpainted walls, floors covered with dust bunnies the size of golf balls and foggy windows. I've cleaned slimline oil tanks and done other messy jobs, but this would require even more patience and hard work from me to deal with this.
When I confronted the landlady, she simply shrugged her shoulders and informed me that the painters wouldn’t be available until the following week. However, I was still free to move in since I’d already paid that month’s rent. How generous of her. Instead of telling her off, I redirected my anger to the monumental task of cleaning the apartment from ceiling to floor. Bucket after bucket of dirty water was deposited down the toilet as I scrubbed the walls and floor. It took three medium-sized garbage bags to collect all the dust from the floor. I polished the windows until they gleamed. The sinks, bathtub and toilet would have passed inspection better than those in a hospital. Twelve hours later, my apartment was finally habitable. I then headed for the shower to clean off the grime and dirt that had collected on me during the cleaning process. Every muscle in my body ached and I was exhausted by the time I stumbled into bed. Instead of falling asleep with the odor of fresh paint in the air, my aroma therapy was pine-scented disinfectant and bleach
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