the adventures of pinkaholic girl

oh my god.

I am exhausted. I was supposed to be doing some leisurely unpacking today, but instead I spent eight hours cleaning out a tiny two bedroom apartment. :p

This included:

• clearing out all random junk that we didn't move the day before
• making about eight hundred trips to the garbage room
• making about four thousand trips to the car
• washing the bathroom
• vacuuming everything
• steam cleaning the carpets
• mopping the wooden floors
• wiping down all horizontal surfaces to clear off dust
• cleaning the windows, including outside
• de-greasing the oven
• helping to move the World's Heaviest TV down the stairs
• carrying a steam cleaning machine down the stairs

Notable mentions of the day:

We managed to fill an ENTIRE car to the brim with stuff. Rented steam cleaner, fan, ironing board, plastic chairs, buckets, bins, clothes racks, clothes, boxed goods, more kitchenware and random food, etc. It was like that experiment where you have three glasses: one filled with pebbles, one filled with sand, and another with water. You put the pebbles in the car first, then when you realise you have more stuff to cram in, you start pushing sand into the holes between pebbles. Then when you realise you have even MORE stuff, you get desperate and water fills in the bits between the sand until you have a solid entity that you can't separate, but you've managed to do the seemingly impossible and fit the contents of three cars into one car. The downside is if you need to find an individual item (such as one's phone as it rings while one is driving), you can forget it.

Special mention goes to the three hundred plastic bags that we had accumulated between us.

We didn't have any lunch, either :(

I also had a fun (read: horribly stressful) adventure where I went to buy cleaning products and managed to wedge the car against a pillar while parking in a narrow spot. The worst part is, it wasn't my car :( My predicament was noticed by a woman who parked next to me, and then a guy driving by in his car, who had an idea that if he got enough guys he'd be able to lift the car up and move it over a few inches. After a couple of valiant tries, he flagged down more men to help. My rescuer ended up being a charming gay man who instead of using brute force just waved his hand and exclaimed "Oh, don't worry darling! if you just turn the wheel and reverse out you won't scratch your car. Here, darling, I'll do it for you" -- and like magic, it was done. My hero! It was a bright spot in an otherwise horrible day.

posted by d @ 2:01 pm