Couldn't have said it any better. The buck starts with "me"! I don't like living in a dirty place - so if I'm gonna live in an area or work - I aim to make sure I make it comfortable for me to settle down into.
During my student haunts, I was faced with sharing a communal living arrangement. Boy was it filthy - and I mean rat-stinking filthy (no offense to persons who see rats as a delicacy!). We were all training for a career within the health services - medics, nurses, radiographs - you name it.. we were all there. I often wondered why they needed to use incubators in laboratory experiements- our communal fridge was more than adequate for the job. As for the bathroom - ayooyoyie!!! I swear the cashier at the local supermarket must have suspected me of substance abuse for the amount of bleach I used to purchase weekly. Then the communal bins... these got filled up by ghosts - for nobody except "mugshot" me volunteered to empty them - I didn't fancy any illness borne out of such. The list is endless... I was occasionally relieved of my second job as "cleaner", by the communal residential cleaning person. But even, they sometimes opted to find alternative means of employment after a week or so. Still, by the time my stint at the halls of residence drew to a close, I'd manage to convert a few into my way of living and thinking.
Then I moved to an area where sorting out the front garden was perceived as a no-no. Kids & adults alike used such areas as dumping grounds for rubbish and their pets filled in the gaps with their used bodily products. After months of picking up litter myself and the girls (they sure do hate me for making them do it I'm sure!) and - yes, sweeping our pavement of fallen autumnal debris, the council finally relented and agreed to send us regulated daily cleaners. Now I'm glad to say - the competion is on yearly to see who has the best front english garden!
The bain of cat-litter!!! Lord help me I'm very nearly going to be up against the RCPCA for killing these creatures. They have this in-built radar to come mess up my freshly dug garden, ruining the bulbs and leaving me deposits of their poo! As if its golden poo and I can trade it in!!!
"Worrying is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere."