I used to clean houses part time. It's hard work. Our cleaning requests are basically standard minimum requirements. I honestly don't know how people can do it for a living. I believe in paying top dollar for a job well-done. Many professional house cleaners aren't getting paid nearly their worth. And some are being overpaid not doing nearly enough work.
If there were things they could not (or would not) do, that's totally fine. But they "yessed" the list to death. My roommate was home the whole time. Plus, they had our cell phone numbers on that list. When he asked if they completed everything on the list they said YES, took the eighty bucks and ran (knowing I was on my way home). We used to pay them $100.
My main reason for agreeing to hire house cleaners is to guarantee clean surfaces and a clean bathroom on a more regular basis than my own cleaning. I've been busy enough with work to justify having someone else spending time clearing out the dust from the nooks and crannies. So it's a huge let-down when I come home to a half-clean apartment and fork over my hard-earned money.
There's a heavy-duty, kick-ass laundry facility next door. All that laundry can be done at once. So it doesn't matter if it's one load or ten. Other than additional time for folding and such, it's basically quick and painless. My roommate carries it all for them (I help if I'm here).
All of you were right -- bathrooms were hardly touched. they dusted fairly well but cleaned around things (not even neatly). bathroom rugs were not shaken. therefore, floors were not swept. same with the kitchen. They didn't even try to fake it. My leg stuck to the kitchen floor tonight as I was making room in the fridge. Obvious things weren't touched. Only half the bedding was washed.
They did clean the inside of the fridge and microwave -- in that skimming way. Plus, one thing they did that wasn't on the list is vacuum the rug inside my newly organized closet. (no, that does not make up for the tub, shower, sink and floors I now have to clean before surgery)
No worries, Hunny's bowls were cleaned and fresh water was waiting for her when we got home. One thing I know about these cleaners is they love dogs. They have never been afraid of Hunny's nasty growls towards them. It's me I think they're more afraid of. Grrrrrr...
Anyway, I'm over it ... for now.
Hunny's Oral Surgery
Hunny will be having oral surgery next Thursday. My poor little one. Apparently she's in some pain. I've had to switch her food from dry to wet. She's not complaining. I wish I could've scheduled her for this week but since I'm having surgery tomorrow, I wouldn't be available to take care of her post-op, when she'll need me most. Instead of removing the lumps on her body, we've decided to monitor them for a while and see if there are any significant changes in the next few months. Pathology reports came back inconclusive. Basically means they don't know if the cells are cancerous or not. I believe she's healthy. Actually, that's a unanimous feeling. It's traumatic enough for her to lose a major tooth.
I am scheduled for tomorrow morning. I will spend a night in the hospital and come home Saturday. I'm feeling very confident about the whole thing. It's been quite a journey. Three years. Kinda trippy. I never imagined I'd be so okay with this decision. Yeah well, talk to me post-op when I'm drooling all over my t-shirt from nerve weakness. Or when I'm tossing all night looking for a comfortable sleeping position. Oooh, or how about that beautiful head wrap I'll be wearing all weekend! Now that's gonna be some fashion statement.
Hearing my own sense of humor about it is really comforting actually. I have been preparing all week (okay, a week and three years). I've got friends covering shifts at the hospital as Freeepeace Advocates. Cheryl will be there all morning. She even made a whole big batch of matzo ball soup for my laid-up weekend (part of why I was making room in the fridge). She even pureed the vegetables knowing I may not be able to bite solid foods for a while.
I loaded the fridge with juices and yogurt. I ate all the chocolate and frozen yogurt yesterday (and some today). That way I won't be torturing myself trying to eat it post-op. Oooooh, I shoulda bought hot chocolate. Dagnabbit. Oh well. I'm stocked up on tea. I know, less exciting. But more calming for sure. I even bought battery operated tiny string lights for Friday night's hospital stay. And three new DVDs arrived from Netflix.
I have no idea how long I'll be out of commission. But I expect to see Robbie sometime this weekend. Wait. Let me rephrase that. Since I'll be doped up, I expect to be seen by Robbie. I haven't talked with her yet today but I'm appointing her as the J-Land Contact. She should know what's up with me on a fairly current basis. Check her journal for updates if you don't see any here for a while. [um, is that ok Robbie?]
OK, I need to return emails and phone calls, clean, shower, do some girly stuff like braid my hair -- unless I want dreadlocks again. I have got to remember NO FOOD OR DRINK AFTER MIDNIGHT. I'm notorious for guzzling water in the middle of the night. Whoops, I also have to pack. Oh no, I forgot to have my nose ring removed. Well, that oughtta be fun. Can't forget Survivor tonight too. Yeah, I have a few more loose ends than I thought ... I'm out.
Peace all. Thank you for your love and support.
P.S. I've been receiving some beautiful pictures but I'm still waiting on some of you for my wall collage of JLand. I know I mentioned it in passing but I'd really like to add your faces to my collection. Keep them coming!