Archive for February 2009
Such a muddy line
Being a slob is not a protected class.
I say that because if I owned rental properties and leased them out to people, I would not rent apartments to people who obviously had problems cleaning up after themselves. Gays, Mexicans, cripples, come right in. Messy bastards? Not so fast. To enforce this policy, I’d visit my potential lessees at their current residences, unannounced, to see if they do nasty shit like leave fossilized remnants of salads and yogurts in the fridge, or have a Jackson Pollock-like collection of toothpaste spit-stains on the bathroom mirror.
One might claim I’m being unnecessarily harsh towards the previous tenants of our new place, given that there was a one-day turnaround between their moving out and our moving in. I think I’m being perfectly reasonable. They knew they were leaving, and we had shown interest in the place for nearly a month before they did so. I realize a day might not provide ample time for a cleaning crew and carpet shampooer to do their thing (especially if that day was Super Bowl Sunday), but when I moved out of my last apartment, there wasn’t any need for such things; I left that place as spotless as I found it. (The landlady even made me pull out the fridge and clean the crumbs behind it. Here, I’ve worn out four Magic Erasers cleaning off the “smudgies” that our current landlady claimed not to tolerate.)
At any rate, aside from the cleanliness issues, I really like our new place. It’s a two-bedroom but small; it’s a few blocks from UNCG, so it was meant to house primarily students. It takes me ten minutes (if that) to get to work.
I anticipate my stress level dropping dramatically. Hopefully that means my rate of hair loss will also sharply decline.
