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Episode Title : Dang Its Hot
When I pulled up to the apartment complex, I glanced down at the work order:
2 rooms, a sofa, and a loveseat.
Light work.
But then I looked up.
Second floor. No elevator. Snow still caked on the stairs like nobody had heard of a shovel. And there I was, staring up at Mount Everest with my portable machine in the back of the van.
Now don’t get me wrong—I’m no stranger to stairs. But snowy stairs while hauling a 80-pound machine? That’s not a cleaning job. That’s a CrossFit event.
With each step, I was gripping the rail like it owed me money. Trying not to fall, trying to keep my balance, trying to keep my dignity. By the time I made it to the top, I wasn’t just breaking a sweat—I was dripping like a cold soda on a summer porch.
She opened the door with a big smile. Super sweet. We introduced ourselves, and she gave me the walkthrough. Everything looked manageable.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I knew something was off. The air hit me like a wall. Thick. Hot. Like walking into a hug you didn’t ask for.
I tried to ignore it. Started the pre-vac, getting into the zone. But after just a few passes, I felt myself getting dizzy.
I paused. Looked around. Squinted toward the hallway.
There it was. The thermostat.
78 degrees.
Then I looked across the room and saw it.
An electric fireplace—glowing like hot magma—right in front of the TV.
I had to say something.
“Hey, um… I hate to interrupt you, but do you think we could turn the heat down just a bit? I sweat a lot while working, and at this rate I’m not going to make it’
She busted out laughing. “Oh wow! I’m so sorry—I just love it toasty in here.”
“Toasty?” I laughed. “It feels like hot lava is in this apartment!”
She turned it down, and we shared a good chuckle. She was working from home that day, so while I cleaned, we talked—about life, routines, remote work, how nice it is to just get things clean and in order.
And that’s the part I love about this job. Sure, the labor can be intense. Sure, the stairs can feel like a boot camp. But the conversations? The shared laughs with strangers who start to feel like neighbors? That’s the gold.
By the time I finished, the carpets looked fresh, the sofa was spotless, and the air felt breathable again.
As I lugged my machine back down the icy stairs—slowly, carefully, legs burning—I laughed to myself.
Dang, it was hot up in there.