Just a little over a week ago I was having one of those nights where I just couldn’t get to sleep for whatever reason. Rather than lay in my bed and allow my frustration to simply build though I opted to do what any normal person might do in this situation. I cleaned my kitchen.
Why my kitchen exactly? Well, for one thing, it’s a total disaster constantly. I’m not trying to throw my roommates under the bus I played a role in allowing it to get this dirty as well, but basically I stumbled out of bed, made my way to the kitchen flipped on the light, looked out at it and thought, “I’m so done with this, good heavens something has got to give.” or something like that, I don’t record my every thought. Just take a look at it though!
This is just disgusting. So I rolled up my sleeves, got some rubber gloves, and went to work. Here’s where I left it a few hours later.
It’s certainly not perfect, but it’s no a habitable place of cooking. If you’re curious about all the food left on the counter is about, it was all the stuff I couldn’t confirm who it belonged to, otherwise I would’ve just put in their respective cupboards.
Ya know what the real boon of doing this though? It’s been a full week and the kitchen still looks just about this clean. Apparently having a kitchen you’re not ashamed of has inspired my roommates and I do actually be adults and clean up after ourselves. It’s kind of a miracle. So let this be a friendly reminder to everyone out there who is getting really frustrated with their roommates, sometimes taking the inititive can help you have the apartment you really want and you don’t even have to be a dick about it. If that doesn’t work just try having an actual conversation with them, I’ve heard that’s good too. Later.