The real-estate agent wants to do an inspection at our house on Tuesday. This won't be a big deal: it's happened a couple of times before and it was literally a five-minute glance-over. However, it goes without saying that it's a Very Good Idea for the house to be neat and tidy before Tuesday morning. (For reference: it's now 12:30 on Sunday night, Australian Eastern Daylight Savings time.) Ideally the house cleaning would be done by myself and both my housemates equally. However one of my housemates is at her parents' place helping to make sure it's safe from the bushfires, so she gets a pass. My other housemate, on the other hand, does not. And she hasn't yet lifted a finger to help. And right now that shits me because I spent all afternoon cleaning the house. And all afternoon she's been at a music festival.
Now, I understand, she bought the ticket for the festival ages ago, and we only got the letter informing us of the inspection last week, so I don't really expect drop everything and spend the day at home. I would, however, very much like it if she could at least take ten minutes to do the two, and only two, things I asked her to: namely, moving back into her room the mattress that her friend from interstate slept on two weeks ago, and which has been lying on our sitting-room floor, dirty sheets and all, ever since; and putting away the esky which has been sitting out the front of our house, still full of esky-water, for the last couple of months since she took it to another music festival.
So far she hasn't done either of those things. Maybe she'll do them tomorrow night. Maybe I'm being unfair. But the fact is that she's been out-and-about doing fun things all weekend, while I, having a sense of responsibility, felt obliged to turn down the offer to go see a band with a friend this afternoon so that I could vacuum the house (including finding a new vacuum cleaner to borrow when ours spontaneously went up in flames and smoke, literally, shortly after I plugged it in today), and do the washing-up, and sweep the kitchen and bathroom floors, and pick up her dirty tissues and lolly-wrappers off the sitting-room floor. And now the house is looking lovely and clean, except for her fucking mattress and esky which I shouldn't even have to ask her to clean up for fuck's sake.
Rant rant rant, vent vent vent. For someone who complains about being allergic to dust she sure leaves a lot of shit lying around the place.