Magic Erasers

What does an apartment look like when it hasn't been cleaned in 365 days? Today I found out, along with my crew of devoted, hardworking people .

We cleand 6 apartments today. One of the apartments was just amazingly gross. I vaguely remembered cleaning it just one year ago and leaving it spic and span. But, what a difference a year makes, and an unidentified slob of a tenant! I won't get too graphic, except to say that even the potent double ammunition of magic erasers and soft scrub couldn't penetrate ths slime.

I really thought I would start to cry at one point, as I was so tired and sore from cleaning. But, that would have been pretty pathetic.

Word to the wise: remember that when you move, some kind soul will be coming in to clean up the mess you left. And, that kind soul might be someone's mother!

Good god almighty.

I did find some interesting items just left behind by tenants that just got tired, I guess of dragging stuff to their u-haul. Nice wine glasses. I don't drink, so into the trash they went. A really nice knife set. I needed a set of knives, too, so thanks for that. A gallon of antibiotic soap. A carton of Dove bar soap, toothpaste, a gun cleaning kit, a heater, and, my favorite, a vibrator. I passed on that, along with the heater and gun cleaning kit.

I could not live in an apartment that was on the top floor of anything, even if it was a 2 story building. I couldn't do it in good conscience, as I would know that someone like me would be shlepping up a flight of stairs with a vacuum, and a shitload of stuff to use to clean.

Diane, my dedicated assistant, was the go-to gal for all things kitchen. I felt really bad for her as cleaning a kitchen, especially the way Diane cleans, means tearing the place apart, including the innards of the fridge and the stove. You see, Diane doesn't just clean. She CLEANS. I mean, my god, you could eat off of the back of the fridge! I got tired just watching her.

I stuck with bathrooms. After awhile, you don't even notice what you are cleaning. I did encounter vomit, but won't elaborate.

My feet and fingers are throbbing. We won't know until tomorrow, what tomorrow brings. I am to call first thing to find out if we have more to clean. I suspect that we will.

And then, I will tackle my own mess! Gulp.