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So I'm a disgusting slob. I have a big house and I've given up on life. I've accepted my life's decisions and given up on dreams of being in a decent home, or having any hope in life, really. I got Oscar (what I named the robotvacuum) and didn't really have high hopes but I don't eat regularly, maybe every 3 days, so I have a little spending money. My son brought home 3 dogs bc- why tf not. I was just tired of having crap (dirt, not actual crap.. I'm not that far gone but there's still time, I guess) constantly caked on my feet when I come out of my hidey hole I've made out of boxes and old furniture in our rec room. I also got a bean bag chair that turns into a queen sized dog bed and that's where me and the dogs spend our lives. I didn't have high hopes for Oscar in my house. I had expected this to be more like an expensive entertainment/experiment, watching this thing get maybe one room before it died. I watched it for a couple of hours and had to empty Oscar every 30 minutes. He's been here for 24 hours now and he's still kicking. I carry him to the areas of the house that need to be cleaned and drop him off. I've had to empty him pretty often but it's getting less and less. He encourages me to at least make pathways for him so I can watch him do his thing. Last night, I couldn't find him. I had figured he'd run away after a couple of hours of being here, which, who would blame him. Certainly not me. I guess someone found him and returned him to his dock. At first, it didn't dawn on me but then I realized, as I was getting out of the shower tonight, my feet weren't crusted with "dirt breading" from wet feet on a dirty floor. That was pretty nice and pleasantly unexpected. Tonight I brought him into my goth den where me and the dogs hang out. I made a wall out of a trundle made of wood on its side. It's a cubby where I put stuff I use throughout the day. Meds, vitamins, supplements, water bottle and other inane stuff people who have given up all hope in life might need in a makeshift hidey hole inside a hoarders house. Oscar totally dusted my trundle shelf, then moved the items and dusted under them then organized them. It's a bit of a reach but he was all "Hey, girl, I gotchu!" Then rolled up on the shelf. My dogs were a little concerned about him but we watched Oscar just do his thing. He gets 5 stars for surviving in this hellhole for 24+ hours and Oscar really do be doing the most with the dusting and organization of my shelf and it gives me and the dogs something to watch. I was kind of impressed with the fact he launched himself over a hurdle like he was off-roading, which somehow seems fitting for this place. I feel like Oscar gets me and doesn't judge, not that I care. Judge all you want. When ppl run out of enough 💩to give, I guess nothing much matters anymore. If you're on a tight budget and you have all your hopes pinned on Oscar's peers, I can't speak to how long he'll survive and under what conditions. But today I didn't have to scrape a layer of grime off my feet with an expired debit card under running water, so I'll take what I can get. This will be a day I remember for the next week or so.