I love bleach. I really do. I was trained at a very early age to utilize the powers of Soft Scrub: Mom had taught me how to clean a bathroom by the time I was eight. I am a pro at using Clorox and look hot in rubber gloves. Trust me: I know what I'm doing.
Fast forward fourteen years from when I learned to deep clean a toilet to cleaning checks last Friday. One of my roommates was gone, and so we had to split her part--which was the bathroom, and we shouldn't have had to clean her part anyway--and we failed. Seriously?!
The sink is just gross anyway. It was that grimy when I got here. Promise. (I actually never even use that sink, because it grosses me out.) Doesn't the management here know that I have Denise Wood for a mother?? Don't they know that she taught one of the top-ten life skills: cleaning a bathroom?? I was not raised to fail cleaning checks. What the heck.
I'm going to basically soak the sink in Soft Scrub tomorrow. Ridiculous.
Oh yeah, and because we apparently live in squalor, we are each charged $5.
***Edit: Please reference photo below.
No, I did not just post the same picture twice. This is the sink after I soaked it in Soft Scrub. I promise--I do know how to clean a bathroom. Just ask my mom. I'd better pass this time. Seriously.