We've got drama! And of course it has to do with taking out the trash. On one side is Nate who wants his feet kissed every time he wipes off the counters with a dirty sponge and who takes the bins to the front door of the apartment and leaves them there until someone else gets sick of the hallway stinking. On the other side is Louise who cleans, dries, and puts away all her dishes directly after using them and who lets all of us use her printer whenever we need to. I haven't asked her to use it because I feel weird about it. There are school printers available, and I'll only ask her if I really need something. Nate has no problem sending her emails with attachments for her to print out. Anyway, Nate thought he cleaned the kitchen really well so he told Louise "you can take out the bins." She took them out the last two weeks because her friend was coming over and because she was the only one here last week, so she said, no Nate. It's interesting because I of course, inevitably, get told both sides and I have to act like I've never heard the story before.
Results: I wake up when Nate knocks on my door this morning, but I ignore him. So then he texts me saying "Ready! Everyone in the flat is ready to clean the kitchen. Come join." I haven't taken the trash out at all...so I went and helped. Really it was just Nate and Aoife out there, and I think that is perfect because they are the ones that don't know what clean means. If something takes longer to clean than 30 seconds they just leave it the way it is. It's ridiculous. So, they kind of started things and I finished for them. The kitchen is clean for now. End of story.
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