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Last night when I got back from my second appointment with the personal trainer at my gym - to finish drawing up a kick-my-ass workout - I found that she was mixing plaster in the bathroom for a grad school assignment. Okay, fine, that's an inconvenience but not a big problem, although it meant I'd have to clean out the cat's litterbox the next morning instead of at night (this was Thursday: trash collection is on Friday morning around here).
But then this morning when I got up and went to the bathroom, I found that there was a thin layer of dried plaster or plaster dust on pretty much everything, including the bottom of the tub. She had also used the little plastic trash bin in there to mix plaster and put wet paper towels in there without putting in a new bag. She'd done pretty much the same thing in the kitchen garbage can, where I had put a new bag the night before.
Now, I know she's generally busy and the assignment almost certainly took a while, but that is not an excuse for leaving that kind of mess in and on stuff that another person has to use. I did take care of the bag in the bathroom trash bin and wipe caked dried plaster off the faucet, but that was it, I'm not cleaning up after her. I also taped a letter to the door telling her to clean it up. When I got back from my morning trip to the gym she was taking a shower there and then started cleaning, or getting ready for class, or something. I did not particularly want to go in there or talk to her, so I just grabbed some of my toiletries from in there and tried to fix myself up as best I could. I should've used the shower at the gym but I didn't think to do that.
So here I am, at my desk, hoping that some pomade in my hair and some deodorant are enough to keep me from being completely disreputable. I will probably shower during lunch.
Oh, yeah, my roommate's boyfriend was over, helping her with the project. He could've helped her clean up. But he's not that good about tidying up himself. I had to tell him that when he came over on the weekends and cooked he should wash the dishes and not leave them piled up and basically untouched in the sink. I should not have had to tell him.
Shit. I don't care if she thinks I'm a bitch for writing her a nasty letter telling her to clean up. I shouldn't have had to do that.
But then this morning when I got up and went to the bathroom, I found that there was a thin layer of dried plaster or plaster dust on pretty much everything, including the bottom of the tub. She had also used the little plastic trash bin in there to mix plaster and put wet paper towels in there without putting in a new bag. She'd done pretty much the same thing in the kitchen garbage can, where I had put a new bag the night before.
Now, I know she's generally busy and the assignment almost certainly took a while, but that is not an excuse for leaving that kind of mess in and on stuff that another person has to use. I did take care of the bag in the bathroom trash bin and wipe caked dried plaster off the faucet, but that was it, I'm not cleaning up after her. I also taped a letter to the door telling her to clean it up. When I got back from my morning trip to the gym she was taking a shower there and then started cleaning, or getting ready for class, or something. I did not particularly want to go in there or talk to her, so I just grabbed some of my toiletries from in there and tried to fix myself up as best I could. I should've used the shower at the gym but I didn't think to do that.
So here I am, at my desk, hoping that some pomade in my hair and some deodorant are enough to keep me from being completely disreputable. I will probably shower during lunch.
Oh, yeah, my roommate's boyfriend was over, helping her with the project. He could've helped her clean up. But he's not that good about tidying up himself. I had to tell him that when he came over on the weekends and cooked he should wash the dishes and not leave them piled up and basically untouched in the sink. I should not have had to tell him.
Shit. I don't care if she thinks I'm a bitch for writing her a nasty letter telling her to clean up. I shouldn't have had to do that.
