Cleaning isn't that much of a science. You wipe stuff and you sweep stuff. It's not that hard. As long as it gets clean it doesn't matter.
The first incident I was cleaning my plate and there was cheese stuck to it so I was using the sponge on the scrubby side. Shelly walked in and decided that I was going to scratch my plate. She told me that I should never use that side of the sponge because it'll just scratch stuff up. I was over there just like:
So I switched the side of the sponge while she was there and then switched it back after she left.
Livin' life on the edge, I know...
The second incident was during finals week. I was using Clorox wipes and was on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor. She first told me I should spray the whole floor then wipe it up.
That's basically just spreading around water then soaking it up. I was actually scrubbing the floor with something that would clean it.
I was trying to clean everything I was supposed to before it was time for me to go back home to Texas. I got a lot done but I had to pack and I didn't want to say goodbye to my friends at all. I felt like I was running out of time. Shelly heard me venting and came out of the bathroom and said, "Maybe you should've started earlier, like me." I politely replied, "Well I've just been studying for finals and things." She replied, "So have I." I tensely said, "ok." and left it at that.
I couldn't take it anymore!!
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