I must say that the apartment right now looks spotless.
SPOTLESS.
And I am not responsible for anythign other than finally folding my laundry and putting it away as opposed to my normal modus operandi of leaving it in a clean wrinkled pile on the floor until I throw it on in a hectic morning.
Earlier in the month, the roommates and I had agreed on getting a housecleaning service. This past week, our housecleaner came by and left the house impressivly clean. Apparently she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor.
All for 5 hours of work ~ $75 + tip which when split between 4 slacker roommates seems like an excepptionally good deal. Especially with that being only once/month and equivalent er person toa sushi luncheon.
There is one minor, guilt factor however.
We’ve been referring to this cleaning service employee as “Grandma”.
Why? Because we got her through Self Help for the Elderly.
So having a little Chinese grandma on her hands and knees cleaning your kitchen while us lazy ass second generation peeps can barely wake up to let her in at 8:15AM to do the job, well…
I think that about makes me the WORST and lamest 2nd generation asian american. Ever.