Housemates

So my housemates told me that he’s hiring a cleaner apparently because Ate Marie kept nagging him about the house. She’s been complaining that she’s tired from work and still has to clean when she gets home. Honestly, I found that a bit petty and kind of ridiculous, lol. There are three of us living here, and most of the time I’m just in my room minding my own business. They’re the ones always hanging around in the common areas like the kitchen and the toilet. So I don’t really get why she’s making such a fuss when they’re the ones using those spaces more than I do.

Then this Bangladeshi guy my other housemate goes out of his way to tell me they’re hiring a cleaner, even asking if I want my room cleaned too. Like, what? Of course I said no. Why would I let someone clean my room when it’s not even that big to begin with? I can handle my own space, thank you.

Honestly, these two are so childish. They argue over the smallest things and act like it’s the end of the world. I clean the common areas whenever I feel like it the kitchen’s spotless if I’m the one using it, and I do clean the toilet sometimes too. But they expect me to scrub every corner of the house like I’m their maid. No way.

Besides, they’re always home! How am I supposed to clean properly when they’re constantly walking around? And honestly, I just don’t like cleaning when someone’s watching me, especially that Bangladeshi guy. He gives off this bossy vibe like he’s the one in charge of the house. It really gets under my skin sometimes.

And then, get this he casually mentioned that he paid the Nepali cleaning lady 1000 MVR. Like… okay? What exactly did he expect me to say to that? As if I’d offer to split the payment or something? No way. They can’t even handle a simple adult responsibility like cleaning up after themselves, and now they’re acting like it’s a whole life crisis.

Ate Marie, on the other hand, is such a diva for making this a big deal. She’s not even the cleanest one! Her stuff is always scattered around the toilet, and whenever they cook, she usually leaves all the mess in the morning, dishes, pans, everything. That’s why I can’t help but roll my eyes whenever it feels like she’s hinting that I don’t clean. Like, girl… if only she knew. I actually clean when they’re not around.  I use bleach on the floor, the sink, and even the table just to make things extra tidy.

Seriously, that woman and the dumb guy deserve each other always complaining, acting dramatic over the simplest things, and then trying to drag me into their nonsense.