"Dealing with mold is my speciality" "Thanks for cleaning. It looks nice."
Mood:
irritated
Now Playing: "Love Takes Time" by Mariah Carey on "#1's"
Topic: Apartment
What's wrong with that picture? The second comment Kathryn said when she came in and saw me cleaning. I just said "yeah." When she saw me working on the fridge she said she knew that her fruit salad and her meatloaf could go and that she would take of them. I took her up on that. Neither dish was more than half gone. Granted, the fruit salad was leftovers from a party...over 2 weeks ago. When we pulled the tin foil off of that mostly all you could see was white mold at least half an inch tall. EWWWWW! That's when she said something along the lines of "don't worry, mold is my speciality" or something like that. So she dumps the fruit and starts to wash. This is coming from the girl who insisted that all of dishes be sanitized in bleach when we changed apartments because the rats
might have gotten into that cupboard (for the record, I don't think they did).
I also had her go through the apples because I couldn't tell if any of them were bad. Unfortunately, all of them were good but at least I made her realize that yes, we have a shitload of apples and that she shouldn't buy any more. That is, after the 2 she bought sometime this week. *palmforehead* I also had her go through the oranges which were, unfortunately, all good. So our crisper drawer (or whatever you want to call it) that runs the width of the fridge has a third of it taken up by apples, another third by oranges and the rest by misc veggies. I also had the pleasure of throwing out a lot of meat that had sell by dates at least 10 days old. I might add that half of this meat had never even been opened. *eye roll* I understand implusive buying. I do. I do it all the time. But I usually at least start eating what I buy that day. Not leave in the fridge for 2 weeks.
There were also two containers of leftovers that were Julie's. I'm not sure what one of them was but it sure as hell didn't look appetizing. The other was some chicken that has been sitting in a container for at least the past 2 weeks if not a month. I took both containers and put them in front of Julie's room. No way she can miss that. I also left a note on top of the Forman grill asking yet again that it be cleaned after being used and that the grease underneath be wiped off as well. It took 9 months but I'm finally getting agressive about the food spoiling. I'm tempted to go through the boxes on the shelves and all the stuff in the cupboards but that kind of stuff tends to last longer by default. But I should go through some it. Who knows, *I* might have something up there that has expired and just didn't know it because I can't see it.
But I really am sick and tired of being the only one consistantly cleaning anything. Sure, they clean their own rooms but it took me having guests over for dinner for Kathryn to clean her bathroom. And she does wipe up a little when she has raw chicken on the counter but that's
it. Neither of them has ever cleaned the counters thoroughly, vacuumed (too much work to move it but not too much work to
sweep the carpet *eye roll*) the living room, sweeped or washed the kitchen floor or scrubbed the shower. It makes me wonder what their limit point is. I mean how long/ how bad it has to get before they do anything about it. For me it's about two weeks and that's only because I can only really deal with it on the weekends. But I mean, how could they
not notice that the kitchen floor was filthy? I mean, my shoes were sticking to the floor. There was peachish color stain on the counter. I mean, really, how does this
not bother them? It drives me crazy but I try to let it go so they can clean it up but then my limit point is reached and I cave.
At least in a couple of weeks Julie will be moving out and it will just be me and Kathryn. So at least the amount of food in the fridge will grow at a lesser rate. It's too bad Kathryn is staying...I was so looking forward to having the apartment to myself. Hopefully my roommates in London won't be as bad. Although there we'll actually be sharing rooms. I made it through a year with Katie, and I'm making it through this year so 15 weeks should be no sweat right?