So, I just got the key to my new apartment. I should be excited, right? Truth be told, I'm feeling a bit bummed out at the moment. I did a quick walk through with some guy from the management company. I've decided to call him Management Man. I got to point out how the oven was filthy and the burner thingys were crusted over and disgusting. Then, I opened the oven and grimaced at Management Man. Ewww. Why is it people think if they paint the walls and shampoo the carpet, then the apartment is ready for someone to move in? At least the fridge wasn't gross. The cupboards, however, will all need to be scrubbed down before I put in shelf paper. They're sticky, inside and out. Again, ewwww. And then, there were interesting spots all over the living room carpet. Management Man was not pleased. I just don't want to get blamed for it when I move out. The front bedroom is getting new blinds, which means one less thing for me to clean. The bathtub needs some serious attention, but at least the water is running and all the faucets work.
So, after signing my soul away (AGAIN) to Management Man, I was awarded my very own key to the kingdom. I'm glad I decided not to move in until this weekend. In the near future, I foresee at least one afternoon of inhaling pungent cleaning fumes while scouring the place. I took measurements of all the rooms and windows. I thought maybe shopping for curtains might cheer me up a bit. I just might have to go to that fabric store where everything's $1.99 a yard. Oh darn, that would be a shame, a hardship. But I'll muddle through. Somehow.
