I had to go to California for the better part of 3 days, and my normal cat sitter couldn't cover all of them. So I asked another close friend to cat sit a day, and since she cleans houses for a living and has offered more than once, I offered to pay her to clean my apartment.
I came back from a 15 hour day, half of it spent in airports, to find she cleaned alright....and took it upon herself to apply a woman's touch to my apartment. She organized some stuff in a way I appreciate....but also decided to redecorate. My organized collection of 40k novels across two bookcases? Scrambled. The glass tray I had some knickknacks on? Missing. My curios, of which I have many? Completely moved around. Now I'm not sure where some things are, because now that everything has moved I don't *actually* remember it, if that makes sense.
She also apparently ran out of time/space/energy because there were books and things on the floor. More slats out of my blinds knocked loose. I found a pair of nonsensical post-it notes stuck to the back of the blinds asking something about the blinds and the sliding glass door.
I've never had my living space involuntarily reorganized but....man I'm pretty triggered right now.
I should have known. I've known her for quite a while, and she's kind of a tweaker. Not in the literal sense (guessing she was back in the day) but she just can't slow down and is always going above and beyond, so I should have predicted this. My apartment is nice and clean....but I'm going to have to spend a chunk of time moving stuff back to where it was.