I'm in love.
Her name is Rosand Lang, and she works for Maid Pro. She came to my apartment today and worked a legitimate, honest-to-goodness miracle.
For those who've been out of the loop, I've been busy as hell. If I'm not performing, I'm working and if I'm not doing either, I'm doing stuff for my improv troupe. And if time allows I might, you know, eat and sleep.
In short, I'm busy
It was recently pointed out to me (by Mr. J) that I tend to put myself last. This manifests in many ways I'm sure, but primarily exampled by the war zone-like state of my apartment.
Monday, in the wee hours of morning I was overwhelmed, desperate and decided to to reach out for help. I reached out to Maid Pro. It's the most bourgeois thing I've ever done (short of indulging the services of Peapod every so often). So, I pick up the phone and call (at 1AM) and SOMEONE ANSWERS!!! (These folks are for real about the "Pro" part of Maid Pro). I explain to the call center that I need to dig out my room from the clutter, they fit me in for a cleaning.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Maid Pro came into what can only be described as squalor and made it look not just livable, but lovable again. I came in at midnight tonight, after having left my apartment at 7:30AM (this is my awesome schedule as of late), and I see something that I haven't seen in a while - my floors.
Then I saw it. They did my dishes people. I begin to cry at the sight of an empty sink (something that I hadn't seen in months) and can only muster a whisper, "Thank you Jesus." This is just the tip of the iceberg. All nooks and crannies got the once over from good 'ole Rosand. She even did the inside of my microwave. C'mon!?!
So, you see why I'm in love? Well I'm not ashamed to say it: I love you Rosand.
In the words of Toto (although meant for "Rosanna" it is very fitting):
All I wanna do when I wake up in the morning is see your eyes
[Rosand, Rosand]
I never thought that a girl like you could ever care for me, [Rosand]
Thank you Maid Pro!
2 comments:
hahahahahaha...those floors better still be clean when I get to your apartment tomorrow. There's break dancing to do.
nice work, punky bougester -- you effing deserve a clean space. you know that i know that you know the depths of dirt from whence i've come. remember my post secret?
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