Weird...

My landlady is a unique person.

When I first met her she had staples in her face from just getting a face-lift. She seemed like an odd character, but I loved the neighborhood and she was asking for a small amount of money for a nicely sized place, so I couldn't pass it up.

About two weeks ago something bizarre and terrifying happened. I came back to the house (I rent out the third floor) at around noon on a Sunday. I had a philosophy class that morning and I was eager to get inside and watch some football. I open the door and turn around to click the dead-bolt into the locked position. I hear someone coming down the stairs, then I hear my landlord say "OH SHIT". This makes me look up quickly and she is COMPLETELY NAKED. She tried hurrying up the stairs so I didn't see her, but that damage was done. I saw what I saw, and it can never be unseen. Fortunately, she doesn't know that I saw her.

Then today I came back from my Friday morning film class and I hear a vacuum running upstairs. This isn't out of the ordinary, she's a clean freak. She has OCD, owns 9 vacuums (not even joking) and uses at least three of them daily. I figure she just vacuuming her room on the second floor or whatever.

But once I get to the second floor I notice that the chords are going up to the third floor. I thought that was odd, but figured she was probably just cleaning up the bathroom, which she sometimes uses and stores extra things in. But once I get up the stairs, I see my bedroom door wide open with three vacuum chords going into it. I walk in and she's on her hands and knees vacuuming my floor and the rug near my T.V. I say, "Um...hey, what's up?" and she looks at me and says, "I was just cleaning up in here because it was absolutely filthy."
Okay. That's weird. I say to her, "yeah...uh, I guess I'm not the cleanest person around." Then she says, "No, no you're not. Not at all. I'll be done in a few minutes."

I know this is a weird thing to be complaining about, having someone clean up for you unannounced, but that's just the thing. I feel like a guest here, and I shouldn't. I pay a lot of money to stay here and it's frustrating have my personal space invaded this often.

She could have asked me if I could clean up in here. I would have done it. I should also mention that it was not even that dirty in here at all. There was a small amount of dust and maybe a crumb or two on the floor. But she acted like I have been shitting on my rug and smearing it on my walls. She took a pretty harsh tone with me, too, when she was explaining how unclean I can be.

She has drawn a gross naked old lady line in the sand and has crossed it. I can't stand it.

I'm really looking forward to moving out of this place. I'm hoping to find a new place maybe sometime in May or June. I'm planning on living with people my age. Other twenty-somethings. Maybe they won't break into my room to clean it up.