cinderella musings..

I seem to living in a bit of a cinderella time warp.

By this I don't mean that I have two evil step sisters and step mother breathing down my back or a fairy godmother in the wings ready to turn things from ordinary to extraordinary or  even a prince ready to whisk me away to a happy ever after.

No what's got me thinking about cinderella, is all this cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. I'm getting ready to move out of unit and the inevitable bond clean has been looming over my head for a while.

Those who know me well, know that cleanliness or tidiness I should say has never really been my strong suit, always with the best of intentions, I seem to descend quite regularly into what I call organised chaos.

The process of packing this organised chaos, is just that. Chaos. In a bid for extra cash and to avoid having to move everything with me I turned to  gumtree.com the bargain, basement shoppers paradise to sell all my worldly goods and possessions.

And while on the whole it was successful (15 out of 12 items sold), I have come to the conclusion that people who use web to find bargains are a bit.. original.. by that read kooky and just a tad unusual.

I've had some odd requests from people on the hunt for a bargain:

· One man wanted a photo of me sitting on the lounge he bought before he left as a souvenir, I told him in no uncertain terms that this made me uncomfortable and the cost of the lounge had now gone up another $20 due to his odd behaviour. He promptly paid and left. Something to think about for addressing other freakish behaviour in the future.

· One woman wanted a photo of me on the bike so she could see the size proportion. So I obliged and sent her a text with the pic of me on it. She then said it wouldn't be suitable and when I asked why, she said she couldn't see herself on it and the fact I had brown hair made it hard to picture. Enough said.

· The day I posted the ad, I put up 7 pots for sale (I had murdered the plants in them, so they were just dirt) and by 5am the next day I had received 15 calls and one guy came by at 7am to pick them up. It literally was the first thing to be sold. Keep in mind these pots were plastic and black and green, no collectors’ items.

· I had two boxes of Tupperware, one woman wanted me to send pics of the sizes of them and the colours and if I could take pics of them all lined up. Naturally with all the effort involved she didn't end up buying them

And it goes on and on, there was one girl who paid in full for a wall unit she just never came to pick up, and the guy who came and just seemed to scope out my unit and the doors very closely. Luckily I had a radio in the other room and pretended my flatmate was in there. I probably should have known he'd fit the odd bod category when he introduced himself as waldo.

A quirky fact for you - more than 70% of people who turned up expected me to help them lug the furniture, including fully grown men with double the muscles of myself. Not to self, next time put on a fake neck brace so all the heavy lifting is delegated to the freaky people rushing to claim possession of someone else's stuff.

So with all my worldly possessions now in storage or in other people's hands, all that's left is to clean, clean, clean and hopefully avoid passing out from the fumes of oven cleaner.

Already my vacuum cleaner has died in an explosion of sparks, I've patched up holes in walls only to put my elbow through it again less than 30 mins later and the moths and spiders lurking under and around cupboards will keep my nightmares well stocked for many months to come.

Best get back to it and think it’s high time I admit to myself,  that no matter how long I look at this bottle of mister sheen, he's not going to turn into my prince or fairy godmother.

x

J