House Interviews

So we had house interviews today…
From 3pm-7pm I had to deal with meeting, greeting, and chatting to strangers non stop.
Hello social anxiety.

Thankfully we found one who didn't suck balls.

On a sour note. If I fucking clean the fucking house for house interviews, can my house mates keep the fucking house clean for like five hours?
To be fair, they all just cam home from a massive music festival and were having a really bad come down. I knew how it would be so I cleaned the house from top to bottom and had fresh chips and lasagne in the oven for them. Still. Shit was dropped everywhere… Started to quietly ask them to maybe put some things in their rooms before people arrived. Nope. Next thing I knew there was a knock on the door, and the first interview began. I had such an emotional panic attack I couldn't even meet the first guy. I was locked up in the storage room crying my eyes out. Yep. Sexy.