The kitchen on my floor has become a battle zone. I don't know who the two forces are, but they've made the room a casualty.
The trash hasn't been taken out in weeks. The raw meat juices are starting to leak onto the floor. The hallway reeks of old frying oil and detritus.
The cleaning lady refuses to disinfect the counters because people won't put their stuff away.
There has been so much food stuffed down the drains that the sinks are now kaput.
Next to go should be the stovetops. Sometimes they are left on for hours or even an entire night. I hope this place doesn't catch on fire.
The freezers are full of raw meat without coverings, and the refrigerators hold mostly rotting food.
I'm waiting this out with a stockpile of food and dishes in my room and Febreze for whenever I have to enter the kitchen.
I love shared living.
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