devil in the details

I hate being so visual sometimes. Because of this, that is, my mind gets cluttered with some really unpleasant details.

For instance: I'm always on the alert for change in living conditions. And I don't mean financial per se. I mean things like, why is it that I don't hear the vacuum in the hallway anymore. I used to hear it once a week. Nor have I smelled the essence of mopped floors (in the elevator or lobby) for some time. Or, where did our custodian go, and why is the apartment manager taking out the trash now? And why does he not wheel the bins out, but instead carries down just the dripping bags?

At this point let me depart from the hypothetical to say these are real concerns for me. I happen to know of such a man as this, and capable as he may be, he also manages another building. And I also happen to know first hand that this other building reeks! And now I think I understand why. There's no custodian over there to pay attention to details either. But rather conditions are such that someone has hopes that the devil won't notice these particular details, or that the devil likes the stench!

So,... why must I be bedeviled?