Bog trolls in disguise... Alright FPH, I've been holding onto this one a couple of days but haven't gotten around to posting it, but I gotta rant XD So, I clean people's houses for a living (while I'm studying anyway). Most of my clients, I would say, are a healthy weight, and I think they are genuinely lovely people. I have a couple of clients though that are fat and here are some brief comparisons: Fat clients always look older than they are. Some of my healthy clients I have been genuinely shocked by their age, e.g. figuring out they are 40 when they look at most in their late twenties/early thirties. I dunno how old my fat clients are but they look in their 50's. Healthy people's houses are always neat and tidy. Everything is so ordered. Yes there is always a bit of grossness and mess, but there isn't shit everywhere... when it comes to fat people's houses they are ALWAYS dirty. Never let anyone tell you that fat people are not lazy and filthy... I see the comparison first hand. If you don't take care of yourself, it's a surefire bet that you're not going to take any pride in your house either. Lastly fat clients are THE MOST demanding clients.  They will ALWAYS try to find fault in what you do. Healthy weight clients will always be grateful, appreciating the fact you are just helping them out, since most of them are very busy. Fat clients never give compliments or say I do a great job without sounding passive aggressive. It could just be me, but it's almost like it's added as an afterthought after nitpicking stupid shit. I have quite a few stories but there is one I need to rant about right now. This place is probably the grossest place that I clean. On first glance it looks tidy... but when you're the one cleaning it... HELL NO.  Some things: They keep their bins in the garage because "teehee it means I don't have to walk outside" (her words).  This results in half the house reeking of trash, and infestations of flies. No joke one day there had to have been maggots inside somewhere because there were SO MANY FLY CORPSES and flies in general buzzing around. They have a cat. The client asked me to keep the lid up on the toilet because the cat drinks out of the toilet... Said cat is also allowed up on food prep benches. I know some people may not have a problem with this, but I personally don't like the idea of cats or any animals up on benches where food is prepared. She has a daughter that occupies 2 rooms, both of which look like a bomb has hit each room. One room is so bad you literally cannot see the floor. I don't go in these rooms.  Said daughter is one fucked up hair colour away from being a tumblrina, and is overweight with a horrible sense of style that makes her look frumpy... the hairy legs do her no favours either. The mother is no better.. when I first met with her she was rockin some stubble; a 5'o clock shadow that would put some men to shame. She is at least 3 times as wide as I am and looks perfectly spherical. They remind me of bog trolls. The house always has dead cockroaches. I fucking hate cockroaches, so encountering them so frequently makes me feel grossed out. None of my other clients have cockroaches... and as said before there are fly infestations... and one time there were baby huntsman spiders running around. That's going to be so fun when those little bastards grow up to be big enough for cheap jump scares. -_- She makes the most ridiculous comments and is really demanding. One time I was dusting and she said something was still dusty... I hadn't even gotten to it yet! She didn't even apologise for accusing me of being a slackass, just told me to "make sure I dusted it coz it gets really dusty". YEAH from all that fucking baby powder you use, that coats EVERYTHING.  I try not to think about the yeasty rolls that the baby powder is used for. Additionally the toilet always looks like her ass exploded. It's just all bad. Last time it had this rim of scumminess on the waterline of the bowl, I have no idea what from but it made me dry reach a bit. Oh and the last time I was there I got kinda pissed off because she came home from getting the groceries, knocks on the door and yells for me to let her in. When I didn't open the door in the next second she got so huffy. Like bitch, I have to walk to the fucking door to let you in first. I guess holding a few bags was depleting her sugahs. Plus she is passive aggressive as all hell... Also her king sized bed is sunken on one side. I'm pretty close to being done with this client. It's not gonna take much to send me off the deep end, as I'm just so grossed out by this house and its occupants...