over Saturday to help clean the place out and move her non-crap posessions to a new apartment.

Farm equipment piled high in the yard. Newspapers, old books, and 90's collectibles piled inside so high I was worried they might fall on me. Kids running everywhere.

I kid you not, the living room had an old Mitre saw set up and a bunch of scrap wood laying around and some half finished wood working projects. In the living room. Where kids were running around.

Reeked so strongly of cigarette smoke I almost threw up.

Lady wouldn't help clean the house at all. Claimed to be doing "job training" and sat on a computer smoking and working on some free coding website.

At one point my frustration almost boiled over and I asked if she would at least stop smoking while we cleaned out the place. She looked right at me, took a drag, and then in this raspy voice said it helps her calm down and she has been coding on the website for like 200 straight days and doesn't want to stop her streak, because it will look good when she applies for a coding job.

Sometimes service is not the celestial experience you are hoping it would be.