While this does not pertain directly to my usually middling state of cleanliness, I feel I should discuss the situation with the freight elevator. Obviously, the negatives are the smokiness and foul smells but the positive is that we caught glimpses of handsome firefighters investigating the situation. I can’t advise the anyone to call 911 again for a non-emergency situation, but let’s just say I wouldn’t mind it.
Just because Hurricane Irene is coming doesn’t mean you have to leave your shit in me.
If food must be left in me, then I do prefer it to be wrapped in plastic—it’s much easier for clean-up.
This is the crap I have to deal with at the end of the day.
I mean, seriously, PEOPLE. WTF are you thinking?
Some context for the uninitiated:
Two weeks ago, in a desperate cry for help, I posted this sign:
And then I was sparkling!
Things were good for a few days.
There were some errant pieces of junk.
But, overall, it wasn’t bad at all. And then people went back to their old, bad habits.
Some asshole thought WHOLE CLOVES OF GARLIC would fit through the sink strainer last Friday. And the cloves remained in the strainer through the weekend till today.
Also today: For some reason, someone thought a paper towel would go down the train.
But the piece de resistance must be this disgusting brew (pictured at top) that’s either grits or polenta. Stop the madness, please. Would you leave that in your kitchen sink at home? Wait, maybe you would. Okay, would you leave that mess in a sink that you shared with dozens of other people?
It looks like crusted over vomit! I guess this is my “Walk of Shame” look.
Salad scrapings and a rubber band. I hate people.
Obviously, dirt doesn’t sit well with me
Someone thinks that the communal sink is supposed to be a toilet