I love Indian Cuisine, but this is too much!

Last week I accepted a job from a local realtor to clean a 3 bedroom apartment.  Not a big deal, right?  I do move-outs all the time.  I went and inspected the property and told the realtor that I'd do the job for no less than $100 but that if it took me longer than 4 hours, I would charge $25/hr after that.
"No problem." Said He.

So today I got busy.  Got over there at 8 o'clock this morning and started moving out whatever the tenant had left behind.  Realtor wanted me to just throw it all away (no biggie since we're renting a dumpster from the landfill right now, I just brought it home).  That took a little bit of time, taking off window coverings and such. 
Now see, I guess I neglected to let you in on a secret.  The previous tenants were from India.  Thus cooking with heavy spices.  And they lived there for over 6 years.  You can only imagine the smell.

Over 20 heavy duty towels, 5 window towels, half a roll of paper towels, 2 garbage bags and FIVE and A HALF HOURS later, I start loading up the van.  Items being discarded include (but are not limited to): kitchen chairs, folding table, vacuum, those styrofoam egg-carton pad thingys, and various stinky window treatments. 

I spent 2 hours alone in a kitchen that is smaller than mine (I thought my kitchen was the smallest ever).  I used a whole bottle of INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH DEGREASER on that kitchen.  And I STILL didn't get all the grease off that range hood.  I wanted to pull out the fridge but it was stuck.  I didn't get behind the stove - I ran out of degreaser.  I washed the floor - twice.  The kitchen was nasty.

The bathroom.  Oh boy.  The buildup of calcium deposits and soap scum would make ANYONE scream!  The first thing I did when I got there was to treat that so when the time came for me to clean the bathroom it would be broken up a bit.  I used two bottles of lime away, half a pumice stone and a whole sheet of drywall screen on the tub, toilet and sink.  I took before and after pics, just in case.  (I wish I had taken before and after pics of the kitchen, but I didn't think about it at the time).  I spent an hour and half in the bathroom.  And it is smaller than mine.

Not only did I spend my time degreasing and de-calciumfying (word?), but I washed all the walls, got ALL the cobwebs, took out the screens and vacuumed them and washed all the windows (inside and out).

After including 15 minutes for trash retrieval/removal, the total charge came to be $143.75!!!
I should have upped my fee given the nastiness of the place.  I just didn't think it would take that long when I first said yes.  I thought it would be a piece of cake job. That I could get through everything quickly with a bit of elbow grease.  Never did I imagine that the build-up was 6 years worth of build-up.

So I proceeded over to Realtor's Office and handed the receptionist the invoice.  I explained that there would definitely need to be a paint job done, carpets cleaned and I advised that the wallpaper be removed from the kitchen because it is harboring the smell of curry and Indian spices.  She said, "Well, Realtor will have to go and inspect it, but he just stepped out.  I'll give you a call when you can come get your check."

WHAT?!?!?!  I am so raging, fuming mad.  No, I did NOT sign up for payment upon adequate inspection.  I want my money.  I just spent my regular day off cleaning up after some slob.  I'm doing the work that they (the tenant and realtor) didn't want to do.  And now I have to wait for payment?
So I called 2 hours later.  Realtor answers the phone and I asked him if he had gone up there yet to look at it. 
"I just got into town from Easter break." (Uh huh.  Either you're lying or Receptionist is lying because she said you had just stepped out....  whatever.) 
Me: "So, what time do you guys close up tonight?"
Him: "Around 5.  But I don't think I'll be able to get up there tonight to look at it. Can I do it first thing tomorrow morning?"
Me: "Well, I'm not very happy about it, but if that's the way it has to be.  I'll be working tomorrow morning, so I'll swing by when I'm done to get my check."

I am SO mad.  SO SO SO MAD.
And I smell like curry and other Indian spices.  And Popeye just started the dishwaasher so a shower is out of the question for a couple of hours.

Wanna see the pics?

Can you see the difference? I might add, the only altering of the photos were just the brightness.  The bathroom is poorly lit, so I brightened them up a bit so you can see them better.

And I've decided that I won't do a job for Realtor again.