I am officially glad I am no longer in my twenties. Even when I was in my twenties, my regard for a sanitary living space and the respect of my roommates trumped any need to party like it didn’t matter. I have recently discovered that this is apparently an old-fashioned way of thinking!
A new friend has had the challenging job of being the General Manager at a fast-paced restaurant in the area where I live. I have frequented there many times and become friends with the staff through our mutual jobs and our shared love of football. Sure they are a younger crowd and they like to party, but I had no concept of how many of the rules of human nature those parties violated until just recently.
I had a few drinks with the GM last night after he and the head of maintenance had spent the last two days cleaning the remains of those parties once the staff had vacated the houses for the season. The pictures he took of the damage and the items left behind were shocking to me. I would have requested a full hazmat suit before I even entered those seasonal dwellings.
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From 10 staff houses, they collected over 90 bags of garbage, repaired holes in drywall that were cleverly disguised by newly purchased plastic vent covers, disposed of a few comforters that would easily have contained so many samples of DNA they would keep a Forensics team busy for months, steam-cleaned carpets and collected an arsenal of bottles and cans from each yard. The description of some of the parties left me speechless, and that is a tough feat considering I have a writer’s brain and nothing is off-limits when it comes to a story.
There is something extremely soothing about walking into my house and not fearing the unknown. There will be no naked parties taking place, there will be no food on the counters and tables that have become science projects over an extended period of time and there will be no risk of seeing things that cannot be unseen.
I sure hope the two responsible for the clean up get to reward themselves with the accumulated amount of security deposits and bottle returns. After those crime scenes, they deserve it!