Tuesday, 15 September 2015

A Decision

I do not deal well with confrontation.

An hour ago my neighbour came and knocked on my door to tell me that even though we swapped days a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't been respecting the cleaning rota.

Every Monday since I found out about the cleaning rota and swapped days, I have cleaned when I got back from work.

Apparently it wasn't good enough because my neighbour said to me "Babe, this kitchen is disgusting, how have you cleaned?" (As my sister-out-law said, Babe?! ew)

I tried to tell her that I swept the floor and emptied the bin and wiped the surface, but nope. Granted I didn't do a great job of it yesterday because I was still recovering from my zombie flu and didn't want to go all the way to sainsburys when I couldn't find the cleaning spray, but the other weeks I have done a more thorough job.

I also tried to tell her that people cook after I have cleaned, but she just said "you mean to tell me that all this happened from yesterday to today? The floor is shit and the surface and wall are sticky with oil". Apparently she doesn't know that students cook at odd times of the night, and aren't always the most tidy.

I said that I always tidy up after myself and she said if I didn't want to clean I could hire a cleaner, or they could always phone the agency and charge me for the cleaning.

After it was over I went in my room and cried for the next hour.

I do not deal well with confrontation.

I cannot live here. I cannot live with strangers or students. I need to find somewhere else, because it is not worth me feeling miserable. I am now even more terrified of going to the kitchen than I was before. I want to clean in my own time, be responsible for my own mess, not other people's and not get told off because someone else made a mess on my day. I need my own place.

Now I need to work out how to find it, and how to survive the next three months here until I can move out.