Vacuuming sucks, apparently...
The bitch has broken my vacuum cleaner.
I cannot stand this anymore. I have been away all week, but before I left I said: "Do you reckon you can help me keep this place tidy? Maybe do some vacuuming?"
To which the reply was weary acquiescence. I am becominig resigned to the fact that there is a certain inevitability to life. Something bad is gonna happen. And whatever it does, I am never sure just how much of it is deliberate and malicious.
And when you couple a perfectly reasonable request to do some fucking housework with the fact that the instrument involved is now non-functional, it's operability sub-optimal, then it is very difficult to believe that the cause is simple incompetence.
Of course The Flatmate didn't deign to apologise or offer an explanation or compensation or anything of the sort. No, the remains of the machine are still there in the middle of the lounge room, gently smoking, humming with electricity. I have no idea what killed it, but I'm fucked if I'm shifting it.
Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off: In a fit of pique she destroys the vacuum cleaner in order to avoid ever having to ever vacuum anything ever again. And then leaves it in the fuckng lounge room!
P.S: Today I bought a brand new Dyson. Kill that if you can, bitch.
I cannot stand this anymore. I have been away all week, but before I left I said: "Do you reckon you can help me keep this place tidy? Maybe do some vacuuming?"
To which the reply was weary acquiescence. I am becominig resigned to the fact that there is a certain inevitability to life. Something bad is gonna happen. And whatever it does, I am never sure just how much of it is deliberate and malicious.
And when you couple a perfectly reasonable request to do some fucking housework with the fact that the instrument involved is now non-functional, it's operability sub-optimal, then it is very difficult to believe that the cause is simple incompetence.
Of course The Flatmate didn't deign to apologise or offer an explanation or compensation or anything of the sort. No, the remains of the machine are still there in the middle of the lounge room, gently smoking, humming with electricity. I have no idea what killed it, but I'm fucked if I'm shifting it.
Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off: In a fit of pique she destroys the vacuum cleaner in order to avoid ever having to ever vacuum anything ever again. And then leaves it in the fuckng lounge room!
P.S: Today I bought a brand new Dyson. Kill that if you can, bitch.
posted at 13:37
4 Comments:
I love dysons, and don't put it past her to actually kill it.
if i had a dyson, i'ld spend the whole day cleaning, they just are so very cool, the creator is a genius, watched a documentary on him. :)
If you want a vacuum that will never ever die... get a Kerby. The one I have has lasted for over 20 years now.
Dyson's are the ultimate piece of crap masquerading as a designer icon. Sure it sucks well but give it a year and it will start falling apart; especially the hose attachments.
Great if you want to own something cool and iconic , crap if you actually expect it to work week in and week our for more than a year
Oh man, you should totally kick the bitch out. I'm kicking my flatmate out tonight, it's gonna be awesome. stupid girl isnt on the tenancy agreements so she has no rights, booyah!! So yeah, kick your dud flatmate out and get someone cooler. If you wanne be real nasty do it over facebook chat like I am. It's actually hilarious.
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