OMG! I can't believe you are charging me rent!
Yep...story time again...roommate story time.
I swear...I should have listened to Judge Judy! Never let your friends be a roommate! No matter how well you get along. No matter how much you have in common. IT WILL NOT END WELL!
So...here's the latest...
A few weeks ago, I told the Deadbeat..yeah he's had a downgrade...about a project I had to do for the kids at school. "No problem" he said. "We can take care of that with no worries." He said he wuld look up information, even though i already had, and he could knock it out in an afternoon.
We got together to go get the materials...he was AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE!!! meeting up with me. I was pissed, but he was going to get it done, so I let it slide. One afternoon WASTED on his ass would be alright if he could get the rock done and I could work on other things.This was on Thursday...
Friday, he had off. He couldn't do anything cause the chair "needed to be supported". Didn't cut any wires, didn't do anything except take a few screws out. He had a board I brought home, but that wasn't good enough. I had to go back to Lowes and purchase ANOTHER board. I had even asked WHILE WE WERE THERE if he needed something and he said 'No, I'll work with what we got.'
Saturday he worked from...*gasp with me* 7 am till midnight...WTF!? Just...no...
Sunday...he worked from *gasp with me* 7 am till midnight....WTF x2!?
Monday (which was a holiday) again...he worked...but only till 9 pm that night...which is when Paul and I go to bed.
I told him I needed it for class on Tuesday. I needed a list of materials for the Dads and I needed the sample. I had to go to his room to get the list. And then he wrote some outrageious stuff on there...he had NO CLUE what he was doing, even though he said it would be no problem.
So...I said, fine...I can take it in on Wednesday. No problem. I come home from work on tuesday...no rock. Deadbeat is laughing and having a GREAT Time on World of Warcraft. Good for him...glad that he has time to relax.
So I make dinner for myself and Paul...and I MAKE THE DAMN ROCK! It looks like a padded chair...but with some paint it should be more rocky.
So!! Brings us to today. One...you don't lie to me. I can't stand it. It shows me GREaT disrespect and lack of any trust I ever had in a person. Second...you don't break your word. Not without a damn good excuse. Not while I'm one wall away with a staple gun and hammer making enough noise to wake God...not while I'm doing your damn job and you are having a good old time playing WOW. And then Act like NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED!!!! Yeah there's a reason I'm giving you the silent treatment. Be glad I didn't tell you to fuck off this morning.
So...anyway...today I made up a list of all the household expenses. ALL OF THEM! Not just the morgage...but also the lights, water, phone, trash...everything! Then I divided it by 3...there are three people here...split everything three even ways. I put a few new rules on the paper and felt pleased. I showed it to Paul. Told him how pissed off I was for the deadbeat breaking his word...and he said sounded fair. So I taped it to deadbeat's computer monitor while he was at work. Oh and he worked today from 7 am till 8 pm. I don't think he's working that long, but thats my opinion.
I went to dewing. Almost got the quilt done. I'm not happy with it anymore. *sighs* I just have this huge problem putting backs on quilts. I'll sell it just so I don't have to look at it anymore. Hope it sells with all the mistakes in it. Anyway...deadbeat comes home..I turn my music up. I don't wanna hear it. Saddly between songs there is a pause..here's what I did overhear....
"I got my paycheck and it was $150."
Wait...wait...if you worked 24 hours in two days alone...and you are apparently making $9 an hour...thats a MIN. of $216...plus whatever you worked cause I wasn't keeping track. Taxes are high, bu they aren't THAT high.
"She said she was going to do the research and never got back to me"
Since I'm the only SHE in the house and the only research needed was for the damn rock, I can only suspect that is what he is talking about. BULLSHIT! YOU said you were going to research. And if you hadn't research how would you know what to get when we went shopping? AND if you were off all day Tuesday, why did you not get the research done and then start on the damn thing. I told you what I had, which was not much. YOU said you knew what to do and would work with it.
"When have I ever lied to her?"
Oh yeah...I see where that is going. But of course...just like I've said in the past...instead of asking "her" lets just talk about "her" like she's not in the room. Regardless if she can hear us or not.
Bastard.
Thankfully, Paul is on my side, I think. He did say tonight he would have handled things a bit differently. He would have never let him move in in the first place. *sighs* Maybe THAT Should have been what I did. Cause I can't just toss people out in the street. But I can make them work their asses off as hard as I am working mine.
I can just imagine what is being said about me now. *sigh* This was the one thing I didn't want to happen. I didn't want to become the big bitch. *sighs*
I'm tired....
My home is no longer a home...I don't look forward to coming here anymore. I don't feel welcome here. I feel like I have to hide or tiptoe around.
Needless to say, I'll be on more often I believe. See you soon!
Me
I swear...I should have listened to Judge Judy! Never let your friends be a roommate! No matter how well you get along. No matter how much you have in common. IT WILL NOT END WELL!
So...here's the latest...
A few weeks ago, I told the Deadbeat..yeah he's had a downgrade...about a project I had to do for the kids at school. "No problem" he said. "We can take care of that with no worries." He said he wuld look up information, even though i already had, and he could knock it out in an afternoon.
We got together to go get the materials...he was AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE!!! meeting up with me. I was pissed, but he was going to get it done, so I let it slide. One afternoon WASTED on his ass would be alright if he could get the rock done and I could work on other things.This was on Thursday...
Friday, he had off. He couldn't do anything cause the chair "needed to be supported". Didn't cut any wires, didn't do anything except take a few screws out. He had a board I brought home, but that wasn't good enough. I had to go back to Lowes and purchase ANOTHER board. I had even asked WHILE WE WERE THERE if he needed something and he said 'No, I'll work with what we got.'
Saturday he worked from...*gasp with me* 7 am till midnight...WTF!? Just...no...
Sunday...he worked from *gasp with me* 7 am till midnight....WTF x2!?
Monday (which was a holiday) again...he worked...but only till 9 pm that night...which is when Paul and I go to bed.
I told him I needed it for class on Tuesday. I needed a list of materials for the Dads and I needed the sample. I had to go to his room to get the list. And then he wrote some outrageious stuff on there...he had NO CLUE what he was doing, even though he said it would be no problem.
So...I said, fine...I can take it in on Wednesday. No problem. I come home from work on tuesday...no rock. Deadbeat is laughing and having a GREAT Time on World of Warcraft. Good for him...glad that he has time to relax.
So I make dinner for myself and Paul...and I MAKE THE DAMN ROCK! It looks like a padded chair...but with some paint it should be more rocky.
So!! Brings us to today. One...you don't lie to me. I can't stand it. It shows me GREaT disrespect and lack of any trust I ever had in a person. Second...you don't break your word. Not without a damn good excuse. Not while I'm one wall away with a staple gun and hammer making enough noise to wake God...not while I'm doing your damn job and you are having a good old time playing WOW. And then Act like NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED!!!! Yeah there's a reason I'm giving you the silent treatment. Be glad I didn't tell you to fuck off this morning.
So...anyway...today I made up a list of all the household expenses. ALL OF THEM! Not just the morgage...but also the lights, water, phone, trash...everything! Then I divided it by 3...there are three people here...split everything three even ways. I put a few new rules on the paper and felt pleased. I showed it to Paul. Told him how pissed off I was for the deadbeat breaking his word...and he said sounded fair. So I taped it to deadbeat's computer monitor while he was at work. Oh and he worked today from 7 am till 8 pm. I don't think he's working that long, but thats my opinion.
I went to dewing. Almost got the quilt done. I'm not happy with it anymore. *sighs* I just have this huge problem putting backs on quilts. I'll sell it just so I don't have to look at it anymore. Hope it sells with all the mistakes in it. Anyway...deadbeat comes home..I turn my music up. I don't wanna hear it. Saddly between songs there is a pause..here's what I did overhear....
"I got my paycheck and it was $150."
Wait...wait...if you worked 24 hours in two days alone...and you are apparently making $9 an hour...thats a MIN. of $216...plus whatever you worked cause I wasn't keeping track. Taxes are high, bu they aren't THAT high.
"She said she was going to do the research and never got back to me"
Since I'm the only SHE in the house and the only research needed was for the damn rock, I can only suspect that is what he is talking about. BULLSHIT! YOU said you were going to research. And if you hadn't research how would you know what to get when we went shopping? AND if you were off all day Tuesday, why did you not get the research done and then start on the damn thing. I told you what I had, which was not much. YOU said you knew what to do and would work with it.
"When have I ever lied to her?"
Oh yeah...I see where that is going. But of course...just like I've said in the past...instead of asking "her" lets just talk about "her" like she's not in the room. Regardless if she can hear us or not.
Bastard.
Thankfully, Paul is on my side, I think. He did say tonight he would have handled things a bit differently. He would have never let him move in in the first place. *sighs* Maybe THAT Should have been what I did. Cause I can't just toss people out in the street. But I can make them work their asses off as hard as I am working mine.
I can just imagine what is being said about me now. *sigh* This was the one thing I didn't want to happen. I didn't want to become the big bitch. *sighs*
I'm tired....
My home is no longer a home...I don't look forward to coming here anymore. I don't feel welcome here. I feel like I have to hide or tiptoe around.
Needless to say, I'll be on more often I believe. See you soon!
Me