Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Cleaning checks are like death. They have this reputation among BYU students that they are super strict to the point where hardly anybody passes their checks the first time through. I was petrified last year in the dorms when we were notified of our first checks. I spent hours on my jobs, making sure that the apartment was spotless. My RA came in, looked at the place, called it good, and left. I was slightly disappointed. The same thing happened at my new apartment.
Cinderella and I forged a new connection last night. I was on my hands and knees for hours, scrubbing the grime and mysterious boogers off the baseboards behind the couch. My job was one of the hardest ones, considering the fact that most of our food threw up in the oven and our living room is ginormous. I was up until 1:30 deep cleaning the microwave for crying out loud! And for what? A scary lady who came in, walked around the kitchen and into the bathrooms, but didn't step one foot inside the living room or our bedrooms. Are you kidding me?! Oh, but don't worry. She managed to check the one thing that I accidentally overlooked on my list: the floor underneath the oven. So, I failed, and I have to pay a $5 re-check fee and possibly $30 for a cleaning service to come if I fail again. Lovely. . .