The things you learn...

It's funny, isn't it, the remarkable amount of things you can learn about a person by living in a home after they've moved out. Here are some things that I've oh so pleasantly learned (or can at least make valid assumptions) about the previous tenant:

1. He had a strange obsession with masking tape. After moving in, I found the stuff all over the place -- on the window frames, on the front door, in the kitchen, on the bathroom mirror, around the toilet paper holder...  Evidently he would use it to fix everything, or... just for no apparent reason at all. The unfortunate end result though is a gummy, sticky residue on all those surfaces that even now I'm still struggling to remove.. Urgh.

2. He enjoyed showering while standing in a pool of filth. Or perhaps he just didn't shower at all. The bathroom was absolutely filthy, and by "filthy", I mean disgustingly, grottishly, how-are-you-not-in-hospital-with-a-systemic-yeast-infection-by-now kind of filthy. There was mould all over the place, on the walls and floor, even in the shower cubicle.. with a nice, festy pool of pink slime right on the spot where you stand under the shower head. Don't even get me started on the soap scum and yellowish-white build up on the shower glass and wall tiles. It took several hours of scrubbing and re-scrubbing over a period of several days to remove a satisfactory amount of it, though there are still some traces left that just refuse to budge. Urgh!

3. It is entirely possible that not once, ever, did he clean the kitchen in the entire time that he lived here. Picture this... Grease stains around the stove. Grease stains on the walls. Mould in the fridge. Mould on the fridge. Even worse, mould in the door seals of the fridge, with all the small grooves that are uber hard to dig into and clean properly. URGH!

So in conclusion, I have come to believe that the previous tenant was one DIRTY ass mofo, with either an immune system of iron, or some kind of futuristic bubble suit which he wore in order to move around the apartment without contracting any unsavoury illnesses. To be fair, when house hunting, I did see the mould around the bathroom and the grease stains in the kitchen, but I figured that he would have the decency to clean it off before moving out. Evidently not.
JERK.

On a brighter note though, now that my apartment is finally clean (yes, it's actually taken several days to get it this way), I can focus on unpacking and settling in properly. The place is a mess with boxes still laying about, because I didn't feel comfortable unpacking while there were still dirty spots around the place. (I'm pretty OCD about things like that. u__u)

Hope your weeks have been progressing well, sons, and with far less energy spent on cleaning than mine. XD