Moving out of Fresche Blanc was comprised of a few forms and a room inspection. Easy enough except that over the course of the semester my room had managed to become unspeakably dirty and one of the doors on my shelving unit had been broken and patched by me.
I spent the 2 days before inspection cleaning and recleaning. I swear that I would wipe down a wall or a part of the floor only to turn around and notice some splotch or patch of dust that I didn't remember being there only moments before while I was cleaning.
So when the man came at 10h30 on Wednesday morning to inspect my room, I was reasonably certain that the room was clean and praying fervently that he wouldn't happen to open the broken door just in case my patch job didn't hold. He only walked into the bathroom and said "putain." This is not a good word and I quickly asked what was wrong. He told me the vent wasn't clean and took it down for me to clean. I told him that I didn't even know that that came off and that I could clean it. He smiled at me before bringing me a form to sign.
And just like that I passed the inspection. A few minutes later I was taking my signed form down to the accueil to hand in and get back my security deposit.
I guess there really hadn't been any real reason to worry. But all the same, I think I clean better when nervous.
I spent the 2 days before inspection cleaning and recleaning. I swear that I would wipe down a wall or a part of the floor only to turn around and notice some splotch or patch of dust that I didn't remember being there only moments before while I was cleaning.
So when the man came at 10h30 on Wednesday morning to inspect my room, I was reasonably certain that the room was clean and praying fervently that he wouldn't happen to open the broken door just in case my patch job didn't hold. He only walked into the bathroom and said "putain." This is not a good word and I quickly asked what was wrong. He told me the vent wasn't clean and took it down for me to clean. I told him that I didn't even know that that came off and that I could clean it. He smiled at me before bringing me a form to sign.
And just like that I passed the inspection. A few minutes later I was taking my signed form down to the accueil to hand in and get back my security deposit.
I guess there really hadn't been any real reason to worry. But all the same, I think I clean better when nervous.
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