Last night I had to cook dinner for the householders again.
It was a fairly lazy meal I made, but the preliminaries more than made up for it. We had reached crisis point in the kitchen and fridge areas once more. I was all for ignoring the fridge for as long as I could but then my flatemate came down and was spazzing about lack of room in the fridge. One excavation led to another and I wound up purging a whole lot of rotten crap (that was not mine). Foulnyss. The flatemate shrieked in disgust while holding the rubbish bag open - sorry compost, but no - and remarked upon her cleaning of the shower the other day. Funny how we seem to have designated tasks. Recently mine has been fridge detail, but I guess it is your level of tolerance. Or how much food is being contaminated by the bog of eternal stench a'brewin' in the bottom. This is what happens when you try to squ--e--e--eze a whole lot of food into a small space I suppose. I suppose also that starving people would be happy to drink the viscous fluid etc etc etc.
After that, a lovely steaming couple of loads of dishes then finally cooking about 10.30 pm. No-one's eaten it yet, I wonder what the point is sometimes. Maybe I will eat it all then. Extreme obesity would be as good a reason as any to take days off work.
About Me
- M
- Terminally bored and boring librarian just trying to make my way in the world as best I know how. I have many schemes and ideas but lack an army of minions to execute them. I'm a joiner and a quitter, and I watch far too much C4. What more is there to know?
4 comments:
And to think, some people complain about child slavery when horrors like this exist! Darfur, pffft.
1)When I cook a meal I expect people to teleport home and eat it, then tell me how delicious it is repeatedly.
2) The chold slavery is horrific, depraved. The least they could do is send some nimble fingered young children to clean out the fridge.
3) Why is child slavery worse than adult slavery? As a fellow person afflicted with a religous education you should know all about being born a sinner, so don't come a raw prawn about innocent kiddies.
4) Looks like actually finishing cleaning the fridge was a damp squib, so you can claw the moral high ground back from me.
heh - yeah, having clean, conscientious flatmates I do come from a fortunate position, so I should just be grateful I don't have your problem.
My problem as you put it is that the fridge is spewing viscous fluid everywhere, and quite rightly no-one wants to deal with that. Also a problem is my sporadic compulsion to do something "productive", can't just sit round when there are dishes... which is probably an avoidance tactic to defer throwing my own stuff out.
If I could do that rather than go to work I would though.
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