Friday, August 31, 2007

Seamy

I left work early today to take care of business. This involved a trip to Target (fruitless--though wait, I did pick up a box of fruit snacks) and a swing by the cave. The Swedes, only one of whom actually has a place lined up for Sept. (don't ask, it pains), work late, so I figured I'd have it to myself. Still, I did have the courtesy to ask beforehand if I might pay a visit. It's only right.

Well well, how to say... DUMP! I've been by a few times since July, but man have things gone to shit since I was last there. Defying all odds, that little shower of mine has accumulated a whole life's worth of mildew (black as a nightmare!) in a scant four weeks. Of course, this was one area that I neglected to clean prior to the Swedes' arrival, but still. Still. I think it must be the boy factor--times two. Two boys, both hilariously messy, dragging their boyness in and out of a shower that clearly had no choice but to revolt.

I tried to be sympathetic ("yes yes, boys are dirty, especially when you're used to a gentle flower like myself"), but in the end the whole scene just made me ill. I kept almost throwing up, down there on hands and knees, willing the black gunk down the drain. It looked like a monster--a slowly creeping monster. I'll tell you, and don't judge, halfway in I ran to the kitchen(ette) for a shot of whisky. I had to.

Why the frenzied cleaning session? Why not wait till the Swedes are done & gone? Well, because I'm hoping to, once (if?) the cave is vacant, sublet it out for the better part of the long w/e. (I'm in RH through Monday.) This could potentially fetch me a pretty penny, though I think my own ugly greed has me done-in.

See, a week ago I put an ad up on cl: $150 for two nights/three days. This is a fantaaastic deal, folks, considering comparable spaces were going for more than twice my asking price. Sure enough, I was bombarded w/ responses, but rather than just hand over the keys to the first interested party (and she was solid), I spontaneously launched one of those harebrained get-rich-quick schemes. "Are you asking $150 for the entire w/e, or for each night?" "Oh, sorry if that wasn't clear in the ad--it's $300 total." "Oh, okay. I totally want it, but just need to confirm w/ my people. I'll call you later tonight." I promptly rejected the first offer (and, oh god, some others, too). Befittingly, Mr. $300 didn't come through, nor did any of my other candidates, including that first, solid woman, who had since found an alternative. Good & fated.

Huh. Considering it's Friday evening and still nothing, looks like I've got me a sparkly-clean shower to return home to on... tomorrow. Ha, no chance.

I'll close w/ a list.

Things the Swedes like:
--Chaw
--Chips
--Coca-Cola

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Posted by princess kanomanom @ 6:17 PM