I decided it was time to clean the burner, since they were DISGUSTING and it looked like someone had just candled their ears and dumped the contents of the tube onto the 1940's burner. Realizing that I could either a) sweep the earwax under the stove or b) lift up the top and clean it all…I got a little ambitious. For those of you who don't know, fun fact #143 about Ms. DW is that I DO NOT LIKE TO CLEAN unless forced to, bribed to or if I have company. I used to con my sister into coming to "help" me and then she used to do it all. What?! She LIKES to clean. Anyway, after babysitting a lot lately and doing cleaning there I decided to continue on my cleaning roll. I lifted up the stove and OH MY GOODNESS! It was the GROSSEST thing I have ever seen, beside's my old roommate, Alyssa's bathroom. Paper towel after paper towel, minute after minute the darn thing just would not clean. I would tell you what it looked like and my analogy I used with my roommates but I will refrain. Ok you twisted my arm, picture a very poopy child's diaper on every paper towel. It was TOTALLY and utterly FOUL! I don't think the stove had ever been cleaned. Fortunately for me, I realized early on in my diaper diving adventure, that there were wires exposed and I might die. I pulled out the plug before noticing a yellow sign that says, "WARNING you may die or get shocked badly." Good to know.
In my attempt to be a good soul, a kind roommate, a "neat freak" if you will, I only had my dislike for cleaning reinforced…moral of the story, you will never catch me with rubber gloves on trying to clean again. Sorry future husband. During my stove cleaning fiasco, the gas burners got a little too wet and refused to work! We started using matches to get the stove going, but you always end up burning yourself and that's no good. *SIDENOTE Alysia came up to visit from DC this past weekend. Being a good friend I went to the store, got a few of her favorites, and decided I would be prepared for making a meal on Sunday. I felt pretty good about this. The meal that I bought for us to eat on Sunday required the use of the burners. I figured after a few days they would be working but alas they were not. We searched the kitchen for matches and soon discovered they were all gone! NOOOOOO! I'm HUNGRY! Don't make me go without food. Don't make me go buy something on Sunday! So I said all smart, ok Heavenly Father, if you don't want me to spend money on Sunday and to keep the Sabbath Day Holy miracle this stove into lighting. ABRACADABRA….let there be light! I said let there be light…nothing, just the stinky smell of gas.
Alright, we must venture out. So I'm wearing a yellow skirt, my slippers and a coat with the hood over my head because it was FREEZING. My accomplice, Leash, totally blew my outfit out of the water…black pantyhose, boots and a coat. LOL. Just picture the two of us. I look completely homeless and Leash, well she looked a little sketchy without any pants on. We went to Duane Read, "hello do you have matches." Shaniqua go get these girls some matches…here you go. Wait what? You just GAVE us matches? NICE! So we left and decided that we wanted bread, a lapse in my preparation. We stopped into this nice Italian restaurant and asked if we could buy a loaf of bread. The owner 1) wanted us out of his place 2) thought Alysia had nice legs 3) Felt bad for the homeless girl tagging along SO he GAVE us the loaf for free. Nice. Guess the abracadabra doesn't work but being homeless sure did. Thanks HF.
Speaking of being homeless…after grocery shopping Alysia and I were making our way to the shuttle train connecting the West and East sides, when we spotted a lady in front of us making her way down the stairs. No big deal. Didn't give her a second thought until she spotted us and our grocery bags. I was already passed her so she turns to Alysia and starts WAILING "help me, help me, help me." I thought she was hurt so I turned around and asked if she was ok and what she needed help with. She said, "I don't got no food, I don't got no groceries, I don't got no clothes in my house, HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME." Ok first off don't think I'm heartless for the behavior I'm about to tell you about because every time I go out to eat and have leftovers I give it to a homeless person. This lady was a con artist. I looked at her and said oh ok well there are programs for that and you should help yourself. I walked away and continued to make my way back home. The lady follows us, NO MORE TEARS OR SOBBING, and sits across from us on the train! The train doesn't move for 4-5 minutes and I'm thinking AWKWARD!!! As soon as the announcement came on that the train would be leaving the tears turned on again and she started walking down the train asking people to help her and to give her money. Really? She is a professional crier. Too bad her boots looked expensive and her clothes were nice, well not nice meaning I would NEVER wear them, but they looked warm and new. Lady, GO GET A JOB!
UPDATE…still looking for a job. Getting totally sick of doing so. Wanting to LEAVE NYC for good but still feeling like I need to be here. All my leads and contacts are leaving me at a dead-end and it's FRUSTRATING. On a positive note, I like my ward. My apartment is clean (well mostly) and has a GREAT location. I'm going on a date on Thursday with a guy who likes Ketchup as much as I do (a requirement in order for me to really like you) and gLee is on tomorrow. Oh gLee you get me through the week.