Construction and Industrial Articles
posted on 6 December 2011
The biggest clean up I have ever done was in a friend's house. The whole "operation" took more than 5 days because of all the stuff he has been holding at home. I'd cleaned deso oil tanks in a past job, but this was much tougher than that!
My friend is living alone since his parents died a few years ago. He isn't very neat, so wherever i went at his place, it was messy. Anyway, he decided to clean up his place, so I suggested to help him. I didn't know what to expect. But when I see it now, it was pretty hard, and time consuming. We went through piles of clothing, Cd's, tapes and other old and useless stuff. At a moment it looked like it didn't have an end. But luckily for us, after a couple of ways we were coming to the end. We threw away pounds and pounds of garbage, and we gave the old clothing to some homeless people who needed them. Although it was boring and long, I'm glad that I helped my friend to clean-up his home. |
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posted on 2 September 2010
The setup was simple. Start a new job, reap the higher salary, enjoy a new locale, and invent myself anew. I gave the move the last of my thoughts. There were daydreams to be had. People and places and perfect nights out to find. And a person inside me to reveal to the world like never before. All was clean and simple. But that was before the logistics. I didn't pay a professional. I was morally opposed to that. So, through hours of pleading and days of amassing boxes, I found family and friends willing to share fractional components of the job. I eventually decided to chuck out a lot of stuff to make the move simpler, so I hired a skip lorry
and did a big clean out prior ot the move.
Of course, my inability not to relapse into daydreaming caused one problem – these fractions often overlapped. And some aspects of the move I was left adrift to do myself. Like, for example, my failure to account for my U-haul. I imagined a truck rental would be cheap. A trailer cheaper still. Of course, assumption one proved horribly off base. And assumption two appeared inapplicable when one drove a powerless import. In the end, my trunk-rental plans tanked. I had no contacts with pick-ups, and my final solution was a slightly-less-expensive series of multiple trips cross country in my stuffed, 2-door Geo. Of course, there were multiple other hangups. But the above describes my most insufferable. |
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