I have another condo showing this evening, so, after work, I rushed home to open all the blinds and turn on all the lights.
Now, I sit here, typing these words while classical piano glides out of my computer speakers, and I obsess about whether or not the place is truly "clean."
I think, by the time the condo sells, I'm going to become compulsively neat.
In other news, I've only got two more days at the Job of Doom and then I'm gone.
Now, I sit here, typing these words while classical piano glides out of my computer speakers, and I obsess about whether or not the place is truly "clean."
I think, by the time the condo sells, I'm going to become compulsively neat.
In other news, I've only got two more days at the Job of Doom and then I'm gone.