12/12/00: The Trap
I cleaned the bathroom on Monday.
On Tuesday, it looked dirty again. These things happen.
Daisy was acting weird. I said, Are you okay? We'd been doing alright for the past few days.
Daisy babbled a bit, to the effect of, she wanted the apartment to be clean and she wanted to know that I would do the bathroom.
I said that I had, and she said I couldn't have. She showed me where she deliberately spilled some shampoo on the sink, and put it under something so you couldn't see it easily. She had done this this morning (Tuesday).
I told her I had done it on Monday.
She said, very pissed off, "Fine, Loretta, I'll do the bathroom tomorrow."
I think she's insane.
Also, I promise this is the last complaining I will do about her.
This week.