For the first month of the renovation, while the bathroom was being tiled, I lived quite well in the apartment, but when, for the sake of speeding up the process, a new brigade came in and they took over the rooms, it was uncomfortable to stay at home. If I didn’t have a job in the city, I would have gladly gone to my relatives in the countryside for a couple of weeks, but I agreed to move in with friends for a while. I am a bachelor, never really lived with anyone, but from the first day of my stay with friends, I tried to minimize my flickering in the apartment, and on weekends I tried to help my best friend’s wife around the house. They also had a one-year-old baby, and the house was always a mess, with dishes in the sink. Determined to do a good deed, I washed all those dishes and, while the lady of the house slept with her daughter, I mopped everything, scrubbed the floors by hand, so there was no noise anywhere. I thought I was doing a good thing, and a friend and his wife gave me a scandal in the evening.
– Now we can’t find baby powder. Why are you cleaning up in here? My wife will do it herself when she has time, and I do the dishes after work. You did it poorly, I’ll have to do it all over again anyway! – I heard it instead of gratitude.
When I tried to please the hosts with a tasty breakfast, my pilaf was rejected.
– I am on a diet, – said the wife of my friend, – I can’t get back to my shape after the birth, and you are cooking here. Better cook for yourself and in small pots so that you have room in the fridge.
My friend didn’t appreciate the food either, because he “likes everything without spices.
No matter what I try to do, it’s all wrong. At the same time, when I do nothing at all, I hear my friend’s wife behind the wall complaining about me, or some friend, or my mother. This makes me extremely uncomfortable, but I can not before three weeks to come home. I don’t plan to move to a hostel or anywhere else, but I want to complain about my friends, so I write. I try as hard as I can for them, but it comes out either too much, or not enough.
