IRobot Compliment - Eric the Roomba Red
Oh God, it's the slowest Wednesday afternoon at work ever so I thought why not go online and tell everyone about my vacuum. Now that's a pretty slow day.
So I've been out of college for about three months now and it's all coming together -- the job, the bachelor pad, the . . . well, that's about it. I can't be bothered to vacuum when I'm tired after work, and weekends are for recharging *my* batteries and watching whatever game is on. Vacuuming? No, I thought, that's what bugs are for: spill some food on the floor and a bug will come eat it up, so that you don't have to vacuum it up. I tried explaining this logic to my mother and she promptly went out and bought me this Roomba Red.
Ah, the Roomba. It's actually a charming little guy. His name is Eric (get it? Eric the Red?). He goes around crashing into things and turning himself around only to go crashing into something else. I pull out the chairs from the table before setting him loose, but that's about all the work I have to do, aside from emptying the cannister every once in a while. I've found that if I run him every night, or every other night, then the place actually starts looking pretty decent, which motivates me to go the extra mile and do things like wash the dishes and do a load of laundry; this must be proof that my mother's evil scheme is working.
Sorry, I guess I'm rambling on here, but my point is that the Roomba was quite an easy way to provoke a lifestyle change. It's easy to keep a place clean when all you've got to do to get started is push a button. I should add that I don't miss the bugs as much as I thought I would.