Here's a rant - yes, another one.
I have had the worst fucking week of my life, I am not joking.
Monday was fantastic. I went to the Doctor Who preview of Let's Kill Hitler in London with one of my best friends. We had such an amazing but didn't get home until 1am, and I had work at 7.30 on Tuesday.
Tuesday was a bitch. I was at work for 10 hours, considering I'm a temp, that's long hours! Tuesday night was even worse, I got home to find that my housemates were having a house party, so again I didn't get to sleep until stupid o'clock and had work again early. They were incredibly drunk, noisy and kept banging doors. I live on the bottom floor of the house, so I heard EVERYTHING.
Wednesday I think was the worst. I worked stupid long hours again. When I got home the house was still a fucking tip from the night before. Now I wouldn't have been annoyed, but everyone had been in all day and not bothered to clean. That was the last straw. I snapped and bitched on my twitter, leaving a "thanks" note on my door to let everyone know I was pissed off. I fell asleep at about 7.30/8pm last night and woke up at 1.30 to find I was still in my clothes.
Today wasn't so bad, it's just been long and tedious. I'm two days ahead of myself with the work for Balfour Beatty now, so I don't have to get so stressed about getting them all done on time. The thing that pissed me off was one of my housemates saw my Tweet on Twitter and in all her righteousness, she decided to reply with something like "please don't put things like that on Twitter, if you have a problem talk to us. And it wasn't my mess."
Like fuck was it. You were at the party sweetie, you could have tidied up. I can put whatever I fucking like on MY social networking sites. She has the cheek to tell me today, when I got home, that it was MY fault for being depressed and tired because I'm always online and don't sleep. She left a facebook message on the house's shared group:
"THIS IS FOR ALL! No notes, no tweets, no bitching (ranting is acceptable)! If you have a problem with cleaning, with people hogging the TV, buying house stuff, bills, loud noise, you come and say so to each other. No one should be made to cry or be depressed in our happy house! Agreed?"
I mean what the hell, seriously? Who would go and talk when they're in a pissed off mood? Things will be said that will be regretted and that's never a good idea.
She made a point today by cleaning the whole house, so it's all hoovered and scrubbed. But honestly, you can't tell me what I can and can't say. I am entitled to be pissed off and you know what, I will bloody well write whatever the fuck I like on MY PERSONAL networking sites.
*rant over*
Monday was fantastic. I went to the Doctor Who preview of Let's Kill Hitler in London with one of my best friends. We had such an amazing but didn't get home until 1am, and I had work at 7.30 on Tuesday.
Tuesday was a bitch. I was at work for 10 hours, considering I'm a temp, that's long hours! Tuesday night was even worse, I got home to find that my housemates were having a house party, so again I didn't get to sleep until stupid o'clock and had work again early. They were incredibly drunk, noisy and kept banging doors. I live on the bottom floor of the house, so I heard EVERYTHING.
Wednesday I think was the worst. I worked stupid long hours again. When I got home the house was still a fucking tip from the night before. Now I wouldn't have been annoyed, but everyone had been in all day and not bothered to clean. That was the last straw. I snapped and bitched on my twitter, leaving a "thanks" note on my door to let everyone know I was pissed off. I fell asleep at about 7.30/8pm last night and woke up at 1.30 to find I was still in my clothes.
Today wasn't so bad, it's just been long and tedious. I'm two days ahead of myself with the work for Balfour Beatty now, so I don't have to get so stressed about getting them all done on time. The thing that pissed me off was one of my housemates saw my Tweet on Twitter and in all her righteousness, she decided to reply with something like "please don't put things like that on Twitter, if you have a problem talk to us. And it wasn't my mess."
Like fuck was it. You were at the party sweetie, you could have tidied up. I can put whatever I fucking like on MY social networking sites. She has the cheek to tell me today, when I got home, that it was MY fault for being depressed and tired because I'm always online and don't sleep. She left a facebook message on the house's shared group:
"THIS IS FOR ALL! No notes, no tweets, no bitching (ranting is acceptable)! If you have a problem with cleaning, with people hogging the TV, buying house stuff, bills, loud noise, you come and say so to each other. No one should be made to cry or be depressed in our happy house! Agreed?"
I mean what the hell, seriously? Who would go and talk when they're in a pissed off mood? Things will be said that will be regretted and that's never a good idea.
She made a point today by cleaning the whole house, so it's all hoovered and scrubbed. But honestly, you can't tell me what I can and can't say. I am entitled to be pissed off and you know what, I will bloody well write whatever the fuck I like on MY PERSONAL networking sites.
*rant over*