Oh, white glove, how we all are not looking forward to thee...
What is white glove, you might ask? Every college student's nightmare, after finals. What's worse? White glove and Finals Week ARE THE SAME WEEK. Nightmares have thus been awarded. White glove is end of the semester-moving out clean check. Perfection is expected.
Although, we sort of started today. Kind of. The hour long meeting was semi-inspiring, seeing as you can't walk around our apartment in socks and not have to wash them after a few hours. (This is not because we don't clean regularly. This is because we have boatloads of people, especially boys, over everyday for hours. Boys, somehow, seem to track in all the dirt from campus.)
And you know what I found? MAGIC ERASERS ARE GOD'S GIFT TO COLLEGE STUDENTS. Instant gratification. They are so, so amazing. I felt like giggling. Sharpie on the door? (and yes, that was my fault) PRESTO! It's gone! What would have taken you ages with Ajax and a spunge and over-exerted arm muscles just to dull the mark is GONE in five easy strokes!!!
Amazingly? I enjoyed my two hours of cleaning today. Hm. Strange.
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