I had a victory today. I was cleaning a house, and I had to leave to head to some other business responsibilities. My cleaning contact was at the house with the owners, and we ducked into another room to talk shop while the owners stayed in the kitchen. Turns out I learned later that they thought I did not wipe off the cabinet fronts in the house, so now I have to return Monday to do that.
That’s a victory because I normally would have chalked up the clean to not able to please people, but I stayed with it, and I followed my friend’s (cleaning contact) lead in satisfying the homeowners.
Life is hard.
I spent three hours cleaning that house, and I was treated like crap because I’m a house cleaner. I don’t care about that. I’ve been doing this for eleven years, and I’ve serviced Belle Meade Boulevard, so that’s par for the course. Big hairy deal. I could care less. People are going to treat you the way they’re going to treat you.
I didn’t retaliate, and that’s a victory for someone who fights anger management issues. I’ll admit I’m a lose cannon because I am. I’m fighting it with all the other symptoms to my depression, and the fact that I don’t give up is a huge victory. I will not give up. It’s not in my first born DNA to give up. I’m a first born in every sense of the word. Just ask Joel, Jason and Jeremy. I fight depression, and that’s sad because if I had dotted every I and crossed every T I might have made something of myself. Once again, I really don’t care, but I do.
Fact is I enjoy cleaning houses, and I don’t really mind going back to this house to wipe off the front of the cabinets, but I’m like Han Solo. I’d rather have a face-to-face confrontation then all this sneaking around, but apparently I’m not good enough for that young couple to say, “Hey, will you please dust the fronts of the cabinets?” I was trying to vacuum the kitchen, but they had to set up shop with their laptops there.
Guess what haters? I am going to clean houses for a long time. You can hate on me all you want, but guess what? I don’t stand to fall before anyone, but my Father. So keep the hate coming because it only makes me stronger and more determined.
If God is for me who can be against me?
That’s a rhetorical question quote. Carry on.