Do you know what I love about cleaning houses? The fact that you can snoop through other people's stuff. Want to know what I hate the most about house cleaning? The fact that I have to clean people's houses. Oh, and the fact that I have to work.
"Blue, what are you doing?" My mom stuck her head into the room I was cleaning to ask me.
"What else? I'm cleaning mom," I answered as I hastily put down the music box I had been messing with and pretended to dust something.
"Mmhmm, sure. Well, then get your butt in gear girl! We still have two more houses to do," she reminded me as she went off to do the bathrooms.
"Ugh, don't remind me," I groaned. This is what I get for not finding a job, someone kill me now. Beats cleaning the bathrooms though.
"Hey, Blue?" A voice called out.
It was Maria, damn. "In here Maria," I called out as I finished dusting off the night stand. Quickly swiping the duster over the baseboards and taking a quick look around the room, I opened the door and headed into the hall.
"There you are!" Exclaimed Maria as she walked up the stairs.
"Where else would I be," I muttered. Out loud I asked, "Did you need something?"
" Well if your not busy-"
"I'm about to start vacuuming," I interrupted
"-Then I could use a little help dusting downstairs, I need to finish the kitchen, but maybe you could get started down there for me?"
I just stared at her and sighed. Maria was about twenty-six years old but she looked like she was my age and hadn't worked a day in her life. which wasn't entirely true but it came close. Five foot nine with shoulder length brown hair tied back into a neat ponytail and brown eyes to match and light tan brown skin to die for, she was the typical Hispanic with a name like Maria to boot. She was also a terrible worker.
"Maria, I get there when I get there. Can you at least let me finish cleaning up here before asking me to clean downstairs? Besides you're wasting time here
asking me to clean when you should be cleaning yourself."
Maria gave me an exasperated look. "Well, sorry, just thought i'd ask you like that you know ahead of time. Wait! I can vacuum for you here and you can get started downstairs!" She headed straight for the red vacuum. The vacuum wasn't like those new ones nowadays where they have this huge fat filter thing...whatever the piece that holds the dust and garbage is called. Joey, yes I named the vacuum (who wouldn't when they saw a vacuum more often than their friends?), was an ancient, we had had Joey for about six years now and he was still going strong. He had a trapezoid bottom, where the trash and such would get sucked through, with rubber wrapped around so he wouldn't damage any walls, well actually, so I wouldn't damage any walls. A metal rod was attached to the trapezoid with a rubber handle on top and a cord ran alongside the rod and then flowed freely to connect to the electrical port. Next to that there was this red bag that collected all the dust and such that connected to the back of the trapezoid. Did I mention Joey was weapon by chance?
Now Joey and I, we got this connection you know. I was the one to pick out Joey when our other vacuum broke, rest in pieces Tony, and I have been the one using Joey ever since, whenever my mom decides to take me to work. Or when I have a special assignment.
No way was anyone else, especially Maria, going to interfere with that special connection. Moving quickly as possible, I grabbed Joey's handle and pushed him away from Maria.
"Not going to happen. I can vacuum," I said as I began unwrapping the cord and connected it into a port.
"Come on Blue, we would finish much faster." Maria whined. Seriously, she whined. Not looking at her I rolled Joey away and made my way towards the master bedroom.
