Not entirely sure where to put this, but here seems to be the most relevant spot.
Anyway, a little background information. About...oh, a little over a year ago, my mother took up a kind of job cleaning out a house for a friend of hers. This friend had been renting the house out until this point, and decided to try to sell it. But it needed to be cleaned up first. So mom, in turn, took the money she was given to do this job, and split it up among the family according to who did what cleaning jobs (as well as spending some of it on adjustments to the house that we ourselves could not make, such as plumbing - which was a nightmare in and of itself).
The last tenant, the guy we were cleaning up after, had apparently stayed there for a while with his girlfriend. Also apparently, said girlfriend did all the cleaning around the house. This becomes important later.
A few months (or so I hear) before the tenant left, he and his girlfriend split up, and she moved out. Fast-forward to my first day at this house. While there was no clutter, and all the furniture seemed to have been moved out when the house was vacated, the following things were completely and totally disgusting:
- There were dead bugs, specifically roaches, EVERYWHERE (my guess is that the house had been fumigated, but still!);
- There were still various food products left in the pantry, some of them open and likely attracting MORE roaches;
- Some of the kitchen appliances were so caked with cooked-on grease and filth that we could not get it all off - we ended up having to get new burners for the stove, as I recall;
- The windows, window tracks, and sliding door tracks were filthy (I found a live slug in one of the sliding door tracks, though I think it got in there recently, or it wouldn't have been alive);
- The pool was full of algae, and ended up needing to be drained, cleaned, and refilled, as I remember it;
This was just the stuff I witnessed myself; the house was probably even worse before I started helping out. But probably the worst part that I actually had to clean myself was the den fan. The den and kitchen were just about completely open to one another; there was only a counter separating the two, and even then not completely. I don't think he realized that the grease from when he cooked had the ability to float through the air, out of the kitchen, and into the den. Maybe his girlfriend didn't even realize this, I'm not sure. The kitchen fan was actually cleaner than the den fan, though; when I first started cleaning the latter, I had thought that the tops of the fan blades (the side that faces the ceiling so you never normally see it) would be brown, like the sides facing the floor.
WRONG! When I finally managed to get the accumulated layers of grease and dust off, the top of the fan blade was revealed to be painted white! Before then, I literally could not see the actual color. If it actually had been brown, or black, or some other dingy color, it might have been understandable. But white?!
I had my fellow family members try to guess the actual color of the other fan blades without letting them see the first one; they couldn't guess it, either.
Anyway, a little background information. About...oh, a little over a year ago, my mother took up a kind of job cleaning out a house for a friend of hers. This friend had been renting the house out until this point, and decided to try to sell it. But it needed to be cleaned up first. So mom, in turn, took the money she was given to do this job, and split it up among the family according to who did what cleaning jobs (as well as spending some of it on adjustments to the house that we ourselves could not make, such as plumbing - which was a nightmare in and of itself).
The last tenant, the guy we were cleaning up after, had apparently stayed there for a while with his girlfriend. Also apparently, said girlfriend did all the cleaning around the house. This becomes important later.
A few months (or so I hear) before the tenant left, he and his girlfriend split up, and she moved out. Fast-forward to my first day at this house. While there was no clutter, and all the furniture seemed to have been moved out when the house was vacated, the following things were completely and totally disgusting:
- There were dead bugs, specifically roaches, EVERYWHERE (my guess is that the house had been fumigated, but still!);
- There were still various food products left in the pantry, some of them open and likely attracting MORE roaches;
- Some of the kitchen appliances were so caked with cooked-on grease and filth that we could not get it all off - we ended up having to get new burners for the stove, as I recall;
- The windows, window tracks, and sliding door tracks were filthy (I found a live slug in one of the sliding door tracks, though I think it got in there recently, or it wouldn't have been alive);
- The pool was full of algae, and ended up needing to be drained, cleaned, and refilled, as I remember it;
This was just the stuff I witnessed myself; the house was probably even worse before I started helping out. But probably the worst part that I actually had to clean myself was the den fan. The den and kitchen were just about completely open to one another; there was only a counter separating the two, and even then not completely. I don't think he realized that the grease from when he cooked had the ability to float through the air, out of the kitchen, and into the den. Maybe his girlfriend didn't even realize this, I'm not sure. The kitchen fan was actually cleaner than the den fan, though; when I first started cleaning the latter, I had thought that the tops of the fan blades (the side that faces the ceiling so you never normally see it) would be brown, like the sides facing the floor.
WRONG! When I finally managed to get the accumulated layers of grease and dust off, the top of the fan blade was revealed to be painted white! Before then, I literally could not see the actual color. If it actually had been brown, or black, or some other dingy color, it might have been understandable. But white?!
I had my fellow family members try to guess the actual color of the other fan blades without letting them see the first one; they couldn't guess it, either.
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