Okay, I am very grateful for all of the opportunities I have been afforded in London.
Especially the location of my flat. It is prime.
And the fact that I have a cleaning staff that comes in and cleans my kitchen and takes out the trash daily.
But for real.
She always shows up at the worst time.
On the days I try to sleep in, she’s always in there throwing dishes around. Or at least that’s what it sounds like, because it is never ending clattering of silverware, plates, pots and pans. Or, she’s vacuuming right outside of my door, which is even louder.
Somedays, it’s lunch time that she shows up and all I want to do is make a peanut butter and jelly and she’s bopping away in there. And I have to wait about an hour until she’s done and the floor has dried.
And it’s like, there’s a schedule on the wall in the kitchen for when your supposed to show up. Why is that so hard to follow? I just don’t get it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m super glad that it’s not something that I have to do. Considering I share a kitchen with 5 other people, a few of which, I don’t really know well, so I’m not trying to clean up their mess. I just wish that there was a little more adherence to schedule, so I could pick another day to sleep in, or I’ll prep my lunch earlier, so I don’t sit here hangry (hungry/angry) as hell and write a blog about it.