Scrubbing in the Shower

Admittedly, I don't clean my shower as often as I probably should. Instead, I wait until the drain is sufficiently clogged enough that the water won't drain. Then it's time to clear it out and scrub down the whole shower while I'm at it. So last night was the lucky night when I had to time to clean the darn thing.

First, I start with the drain. This is actually kind of fun despite being stomach-turning. The fun part is thrusting the plunger against the drain clean-out hole thingy. (I'm sure it has a real name, but I don't know what that is). So I'm whacking the heck out of it until big hair balls pop up through the drain. Hey, I told you it was stomach-turning. And then it is my duty to grab the hair balls before they fall back down the drain. It's a miracle that I'm not bald, because there was certainly enough of my hair in that drain to make one hell of a wig.

Now that the drain is clear, it's on to the rest of the tub. Can someone please explain to me how a shower can have build up that is white, pink and peach in several different spots? Seriously, how does that happen? Luckily, no matter the color of the gunk, it cleans off easily - well except for the soap scum. The fact that soap - a material that is supposed to clean things - leaves scum behind really gets my goat. And no matter what I do, it always returns. After scrubbing for an hour or so, I'm finally done. And if I don't pass out from the fumes or become paralyzed from the horrible positions one has to contort their body in to actually clean the shower, I will live to clean it in a month or two. Hooray.

P.S. Yes, that's me as a singing janitor.