Au revoir clean apartment

I have to fire my cleaning people today. I know...just writing that makes me sound like the prince of snotiness (if that is even a word) but things have been going downhill with them over the past few months and yesterday was the last straw. And I don't do toilets. Period.

So, I have looked the other way when they opened my brand new fridge pack of diet Coke and enjoyed a couple. No problem, they work hard, enjoy a caffeine break on me. I even look past the fact that they simply "forgot" one time to clean my shower. Everyone makes a mistake, right? But upon inspection yesterday after getting home from nearly 12 hours at the office, I returned to find a broken vase. Now mind you, this is not anything expensive or meaningful, just a cool vase/candle holder next to my stereo. However, I listen to my stereo in the morning when I am getting dressed so I happen to see this particular object every day. I would actually be fine with them breaking something, but the fact that they left all of the jagged edges of the vase exposed and gingerly placed it back as if I would never be wiser, without leaving me a note of any kind, is unacceptable. I am sad because I started using this group after they came highly recommended to me by two separate acquaintances. I am even more sad because since I am working so much these days and am totally anal retentive, I am now going to have to spend 5 hours of my own time every weekend cleaning (yes, I really will spend 5 hours cleaning a 700 sq ft 1-bedroom) versus the mental respite I was having by knowing I was paying someone else to help me. I am most sad because this is the first time I have ever had a place I have lived in cleaned by someone other than myself. I told myself that when I finally owned my own place, that would be my treat to myself, and that's exactly what I did.

I know, I know, there are tons of other people out there who can step in to this group's shoes, but there's just something about your first....