So we have this cleaning lady. "she" comes once every two weeks. Its basically this one lady who drops off some younger girl (they are Hispanic) to clean. So they come, and they "clean", but really they just move things around. I mean its almost amusing sometimes, i come home and find my mouse in the printer, the tv remote in the fruit bowl, the list goes on. What really makes me mad though is that I just kinda keep my clothes in piles around my floor, organized though, just because its quicker than draws. Well everytime she comes, these clothes end up piles around my room, and things around my desk get moved to the weirdest places.
Well today, I come home and the house smells of cleaning supplies, and i think "Great, Ulga was here..."
So i go upstairs to grab my computer, and today she really took it to a knew level. My clothes are in one, giant, heeping pile on the floor. My laundrey basket it under my desk, and I walk over and see that my long mirror is broken. Then i also see that all the pieces that shattered are on the floor in a nice little pile in front of the broken mirror
So i downstairs and say (cuz i complain about her all the time because she doesnt clean shit) to my mom, "tell her not to clean my room. She put all my clothes in a huge pile, and she broke my freaking mirror and didnt even clean it up or leave a note or anything."
Then my mom checks the messages and we have a message from her. it says something like "The front door was open but the screen door was closed when i got here, and we found the mirror already broken and a light on in the garage."
Well this is what fucking amazes me. We NEVER leave the front door open when we arent home. NEVER. My dad was the last to leave, and he is the one who enforces this rule the most. Also, who comes into a house, and breaks a mirror and leaves? My ipod, my computer, and some money were all out in the open in my room. All the keys to anything that everything that we have are right next to the front foor. We have a sony flat screen right in our living room.
But nothing was stolen. They just broke a mirror and left.
My mom called her to ask about it but didnt ask her any real questions. I dont know why not, i know it, and my mom knows it, she's obviously just trying to cover her ass with some terrible lie. I can't wait till my dad hears all this...
"dubsman i had a fn dream about you playing lacrosse or some shit... i spend too much time on ns" - ace_$