Done and Done

Have sucessfully vacated the dank cesspool that was my apartment. No casualties and only minor injuries to my pride when the building manager made me clean the oven... again.
However, can't be too upset since he waived the charge on not having the carpets professionally cleaned. If had not been pressed for time would never NEVER have done it myself.
So gross. Smelled like feet.

Though he did accuse me of "trashing the building". Pardon?
Aparently the small bits of white laminate and paint coming from my apartment to the elevator cheapened the exquisite decor of moldy ceilings, uncleaned purple carpets (still has "pet stains" from 2 years ago), rusting fixtures, and warped framework.

But is done. And now can get on with the other million things to do!