Case Study: Full property cleanout
Last Sunday, we rolled up to a two-story house for what sounded like a straightforward property cleanout. Truth be told, none of us were running on peak energy. The Osinames (Jay, Daysean, and D’Andre) had a late night at home, maybe a little too late lol, and I (Logan) was surviving off a single white Monster Energy. Not exactly the recipe for fresh legs, but that’s the reality of small business — sometimes you just push through.
When we walked inside, it was clear this wasn’t going to be “a few bags of junk.” It was someone’s whole life: furniture, clothes, dishes, spices, vacuums, beds, mattresses — you name it, it was there.
And of course, no property cleanout is complete without one classic villain: the bag of rotten potatoes. We’ve never done a house without finding one. As soon as Jay and Daysean spotted them in the kitchen, they knew the drill — get them out immediately before that smell took over the whole house.
We started by dividing and conquering: Jay and Daysean tackled the living room, while D’Andre and I worked the small bedroom. Between those two rooms, we hauled out:
Bed frame and mattress
Dresser
TV stand with an electric fireplace
Couch
Desk
Not a bad warmup.
Next up: the kitchen. This was its own mini-war. Every cupboard had to be emptied. We even found an abandoned vacuum and put it to use — bug-filled kitchen floor and all. Off the kitchen was a staircase leading upstairs. Not the tightest staircase we’ve seen, but it still made life interesting.
The hardest moment came with the upstairs bed. I had to brace my feet on the wall and use full bodyweight to shove it down the stairs while D’Andre guided it around the corner into the kitchen. By trip number… who even knows… we were gripping the railing just to pull ourselves up the stairs, arms working as hard as legs.
We thought about taking a break — maybe grabbing a Slurpee down the street — but we all knew stopping would make it ten times harder to start again. So we kept pushing, loading the truck piece by piece until it was nearly full. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a few neighbors stopped by to chat and casually mentioned that the shed out back was full of garbage too. We knew about it, but that’ll have to wait for round two.
By the time we packed the last load into the truck, we were soaked in sweat and more than ready to call it. Four hours, one very full load, and about 2,500 lbs of junk later, the house was cleared and our work was done.
Haul Stats:
3 dressers
2 bed frames + mattresses
1 couch
1 TV stand with electric fireplace
2 storage cabinets
15–20 large garbage bags (plus countless odds and ends: wood, glass, clothes, kitchenware, etc.)
~2,500 lbs hauled
1 truckload to the dump
And yes — the slurpees were worth the wait. After we wrapped up, me and Daysean crushed some Popeyes chicken sandwiches, and even D’Andre seemed surprised at how hungry we’d gotten.
Tired or not, it was another win for Triple F.
