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Urge to [Blank], Rising!
14 years ago
Certifiable Mad Scientist: I have a Death Ray, and I know how to Use It.
I will freely admit I am not the super stable bat that I play on TV. Sure, I have the confidence, the smooth talking voice, jokes that are only funny when you have to laugh to be polite... but I do have my occasional moment where I will just flip my lid and something interesting happens.
Usually this something is one of two directives: "You must clean all the things!" or "You must build all the things!"
As I am totally and completely out of space to do any building projects for right now, what with my desk kinda stuffed full of stuff, the closet full, and no space right now to reorganize, building is not exactly the option of choice! So I decided to roll up my sleeves, grab the leather and neoprene maid outfit, and attack the living room like an angry... uh, bat.
The shredded TV parts went to the generic parts bin outside, a bunch of trash went into the trash can, random clothing was put into the couch surfer clothing pile, all the tools that had been displaced for use for my roomie's RC stuff were put back onto the tool shelf, some blanket folded and some gungans died.
This did however make me realize something. The manly bat, the ex-mechanic with the awesome goatee, is the one taking care of this. And of the many people that live in this home, I have the longest work schedule of the group. Why am I having to do basic cleaning? Why doesn't the vacuum get run? I mean I could understand having to do high level sorting or furniture reconfiguring or electronics issues (I maintain the entire house network) but really... cobwebs? Trash on the living room table?
Responsibility. I don't understand why in the house I'm in, I seem to be holding that word up. Even more so then the property manager is. -.- Yet another reason to be searching for some new digs!
Usually this something is one of two directives: "You must clean all the things!" or "You must build all the things!"
As I am totally and completely out of space to do any building projects for right now, what with my desk kinda stuffed full of stuff, the closet full, and no space right now to reorganize, building is not exactly the option of choice! So I decided to roll up my sleeves, grab the leather and neoprene maid outfit, and attack the living room like an angry... uh, bat.
The shredded TV parts went to the generic parts bin outside, a bunch of trash went into the trash can, random clothing was put into the couch surfer clothing pile, all the tools that had been displaced for use for my roomie's RC stuff were put back onto the tool shelf, some blanket folded and some gungans died.
This did however make me realize something. The manly bat, the ex-mechanic with the awesome goatee, is the one taking care of this. And of the many people that live in this home, I have the longest work schedule of the group. Why am I having to do basic cleaning? Why doesn't the vacuum get run? I mean I could understand having to do high level sorting or furniture reconfiguring or electronics issues (I maintain the entire house network) but really... cobwebs? Trash on the living room table?
Responsibility. I don't understand why in the house I'm in, I seem to be holding that word up. Even more so then the property manager is. -.- Yet another reason to be searching for some new digs!
