For fuck sakes. Either clean your pig-sty, hire someone to do it or shut the fuck up. The price for a cleaning lady to go in and do a basic clean is approximately 1.5 Uber Eats Orders.
Chantal can’t have a cleaning woman over, for the same reason she can’t park near other cars at Arby’s to binge. The same reason she drives an hour away to walk ten minutes in a park she’s certain will be empty. For the same reason her piggy eyes dart from side to side ceaselessly as she binges in her car.
Chantal is terrified of the judgment of strangers. The only reason she let that one worker in to remove Box Mountain is because she got an ultimatum from the landlord to remove that fire hazard, and she and Peetz are too fucking lazy to save 400 dollars by simply spending an hour breaking down and carrying out the boxes themselves.
She’ll never let some strange cleaning woman into her home to silently judge how filthy it is, how depressing, how fat and lazy Chantal is, how many sweets and crisp bags are stuffed under her bed or tossed on the floor, how overflowing the litter box for her “beloved” cats are.
What if that woman is thinner and more attractive than Chantal (a given)? Or just thinner? Fatty’s humiliation will be compounded. She MIGHT maybe possibly let Nadia come over and do it, but only because Nadia is a simpering fan, has already seen the place via videos, is a fat uggo and thus inferior in Chantal’s mind, and because Chantal is too impulsive and stupid to realize Nadia might later cool on Chantal and spill the tea about how gross her flat REALLY is.
Chantal’s entire day revolves around the exhaustive, isolating process of feeding her addictions while maintaining her fantasy bubble around herself, safe and warm inside the fragile delusion that nothing is wrong, her life is fine and she’s not a total freak show.
A cleaning lady in her home, looking at her frightful mess, pulling all the rotted “healthy” food from the fridge, emptying out the horrific 2 month old shit-filled litter in the box, scraping off the fecal matter blasted all over the loo from her ginormous arse every day, would just be one more scary pin coming along to pop that bubble.
She’d rather wallow in her own filth...dirty, unclean, unhealthy, unhappy...but safe from the judgment of the outside world.