Carpet
So there’s carpet in the apartment now. It actually doesn’t look too bad. The place is beginning to resemble somewhere I wouldn’t mind living. Yesterday we looked at the place and and dusted the inside of the radiator covers, which are these large metal boxes that slip over the radiators. I almost got into my first fight with my future in-laws, but I decided to let it drop.
They were suggesting bringing the covers downstairs and hosing them off. That’s seven covers, being hauled up and down stairs, while its very warm in the non air-conditioned building. No thank you. I’m not overly concerned with the inside of a cover, so I suggest we just use a dry brush to get all the dust off, then sweep it up. It’ll take about half an hour. Her mother decides that this would be a good time to get snippy with me.
“We could probably just brush this off,” I suggest.
“Well, we usually means me. So we will take it downstairs.” She retorts, insinuating that I’m a lazy piece of garbage.
Nice. Its true I don’t work on the apartment during the week. Both my work and my home are about 30 miles away, through city traffic. For me to work during the week I’m looking at about a 3 hour round trip, on top of my 10 hour day (11 if you count the trip home). So that leaves Saturday as the day I travel out there to work. Or Sunday, as was this case.
So I am silent for a moment, deciding it might be better to bite my tongue. “I meant that I would do it.” And I leave to get the brush.
The rest of the day went by without incident, save for me taking out my anger by brushing the covers with more force than was probably necessary.
Zel-kun out.