Hater in Every day scata

Korn

omfg what a day. Client number… um The one that lives in New Haven. Anyhoo, I cleaned her house this morning. No biggie, the same stuff. Still, it’s hard work. I don’t understand them leaving clothes on the floor though. Found a pair of jeans in the middle of the hallway. Wtf is up with that?

After I left there (thank you Pam for finding a better route than the stupid way Google had me going) I went to my new clients house. I knew the house was messy, but I was so focused on all the kids toys all over the damn place I didn’t look at anything else.

I don’t think the place has been dusted in at least 6 months, the bathrooms were just nasty, and yes, I encountered more dog poop. They have a couple of Dachshund puppers who aren’t exactly house broken yet, so it’s to be expected. plus it was tiny poop. Not like the piles I found the other day.

Ok. Question. Y’all own a toilet brush, right? Well, new client didn’t have one in any of her bathrooms. For some reason when Pam and I were out shopping the other day, I grabbed one. Thank gawd for gut instincts.

At least I got to play with the puppers for a few minutes. I was sad when they took them up to the loft so they wouldn’t be in my way :(

So I feel like shit. My hands and arms hurt for some reason, and my lower back is yelling at me pretty loud. Washing baseboards will do that to ya. At least I won’t have to do that next time. I’ll just have to use the swiffer on them.

My mood is sour, too. I was okay, but I’m not anymore. Feh. It has to do with a person’s point of view. And while it makes total sense, it was just another bubble burst. ::sigh:: Too many bubbles bursting lately. I don’t like it.

Ugh. Now my mood has totally tanked. Stupid brain.

See ya.