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Merry, what are you doing with that?
Whyever do you ask, Pippin?
Because if you're doing what I think you're going to be doing, I want none of it!
Oh, but, Pip-lad, it will be fun!
No.
Come on. It won't be so bad.
No.
Pippin -
No!
Come back here, Pip! I can't clean the whole room by myself!
This is brought to you by the US Army, who has decided that clean rooms are more important than work today. So they have uttered the oh so feared words (looks around, shudders) "GI Party."
Ahhhhh! Run away! Flee while you can!
For those of you unaware of what a GI Party is, count your blessings. For those of you who do, pity me. Basically, picture every Army movie you have seen in which you see poor soldiers toiling over toilet bowls and scrubbing floors.
That's right. Cleaning. To an impecable level. I may live in a small room that I share with another girl, but we are still required to keep our rooms spotless.
What they look for is dust on the desks or shelves, and I mean with a white glove looking for dust. Toilets must look like they have never been used and sinks should blind you. Bathtubs? I spent an hour on mine, and it was already clean! Aggghh!
I know it doesn't sound like much to anybody who keeps their rooms even remotely spotless, but they are crazy! They run a hand over the headboard of the bed, look at the base of the toilet, open the fridge and examine the edge of the door. Sigh.
I'm just lucky that these are old barracks, or else I would be expected to take a razor blade to the floor to remove spilled paint from when they attempted to redo our rooms. Shudder.
And the sad part is, the whole barracks is required to do it. All 200 of us. Yep, we are scuttling like bees.
The good news is that we got new fridges yesterday, so I can actually keep food in my room now! Yay! Cold milk and water, ohhhh, I am happy.
Anyway, sorry this turned into a bitch sesison. Just had to get the crazziness of it out of my system. Now I am off to mop floors in the hallway and sweep out the stairs!
Forward I go, broom held high! For the Shire!
Whyever do you ask, Pippin?
Because if you're doing what I think you're going to be doing, I want none of it!
Oh, but, Pip-lad, it will be fun!
No.
Come on. It won't be so bad.
No.
Pippin -
No!
Come back here, Pip! I can't clean the whole room by myself!
This is brought to you by the US Army, who has decided that clean rooms are more important than work today. So they have uttered the oh so feared words (looks around, shudders) "GI Party."
Ahhhhh! Run away! Flee while you can!
For those of you unaware of what a GI Party is, count your blessings. For those of you who do, pity me. Basically, picture every Army movie you have seen in which you see poor soldiers toiling over toilet bowls and scrubbing floors.
That's right. Cleaning. To an impecable level. I may live in a small room that I share with another girl, but we are still required to keep our rooms spotless.
What they look for is dust on the desks or shelves, and I mean with a white glove looking for dust. Toilets must look like they have never been used and sinks should blind you. Bathtubs? I spent an hour on mine, and it was already clean! Aggghh!
I know it doesn't sound like much to anybody who keeps their rooms even remotely spotless, but they are crazy! They run a hand over the headboard of the bed, look at the base of the toilet, open the fridge and examine the edge of the door. Sigh.
I'm just lucky that these are old barracks, or else I would be expected to take a razor blade to the floor to remove spilled paint from when they attempted to redo our rooms. Shudder.
And the sad part is, the whole barracks is required to do it. All 200 of us. Yep, we are scuttling like bees.
The good news is that we got new fridges yesterday, so I can actually keep food in my room now! Yay! Cold milk and water, ohhhh, I am happy.
Anyway, sorry this turned into a bitch sesison. Just had to get the crazziness of it out of my system. Now I am off to mop floors in the hallway and sweep out the stairs!
Forward I go, broom held high! For the Shire!
