This past week my one thing to do was to mop the kitchen floor. I took both Thursday and Friday off from work to go to a bunch of doctor’s appointments (got a schnazzy new pair of glasses and I’m waiting on bloodwork results) and I had planned to get the floor washed on those days off.
But then something went crazy with the rent, and I had to go to Wal-Mart to do a fucking wire transfer because the website for paying rent locked me out on the goddamn 8th of the month even though I made an arrangement with the property manager to pay on the 9th with a late fee and I am waiting on a regional fucking manager of American Homes 4 Rent to call me so I can scream at him like some crazy white lady at an Applebees looking for a free dessert BUT ANYWAY I picked up the mopping materials AFTER I went to Wal-Mart because I was to pissed that I left right after making the payment and drove away before I remembered about the mopping stuff so I drove to the Target down the road and got lost looking for fucking mop buckets.
What I’m saying is that the floor didn’t get mopped BUT it did get swept in preparation for being mopped and I have all the stuff I need so that’s part 1 of the process. I know mopping a floor shouldn’t require weeks of time but apparently this is who I am now so stay tuned for part two!
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