Beware: Rant in progress...
So I'm pretty much all moved in. It hasn't been too bad so far... probably because I'm hardly ever here. So maybe that'll change, maybe it won't. All I know is, my brother's fiancee has a very hard time with staying quiet for too long. You know when you're just sitting around, maybe watching a TV show or talking online with your friends, you just wanna concentrate on that? I've determined that it's physically impossible for her to sit in complete and total quiet with someone else in the room for more than 3 seconds. I've pretty much heard her entire life story in a matter of 3 or 4 days. Oh well.
And they apparently don't believe in cleaning. If you guys knew the PIGSTY I'm sitting in right now. And I'm gonna have to do it all. Their excuse? The other guy that used to live here made the place so much more disgusting, so their tolerance of dirty has gone up. OK, well, there's messy and then there's just plain unlivable. There's cat litter everywhere (and we'll get to the cat in a minute), pieces of foam from the couch that the cat is destroying, empty soda cans everywhere. Before I moved in here, the cat box was sitting in the hallway. IN THE HALLWAY? Needless to say, it's now in the bathroom. I've told them I can't live like this and they (and when I say they, it's mostly her) don't really care. And between work and unpacking and going back and forth to the house to get whatever's left, I haven't had time to clean. And I won't have time this weekend either. The thing I don't get is, she doesn't work. She's here ALL DAY LONG. And she doesn't do anything. She says she won't either because it's not her mess, that the cat did most of it. So what, are you waiting for the cat to clean it up? I'll sit and wait with bated breath for that to happen.
And that goddamn cat. I HATE that cat. You guys know how much I can't stand my dog? I've NEVER hated an animal this much in my life. I know he's just a kitten and I know that he's a little more playful than I'm used to, but it's like taking care of a small child. He's into EVERYTHING. Any wire, any pen, the garbage... and he'll just randomly attack you for no reason. They've apparently taken to feeding him people food when they are eating. He's a fucking cat. The only thing he should be eating is cat food. And he got neutered on Thursday in hopes that it would calm him the hell down. He's currently locked up in his cage because he knocked my mouse out of my hand by getting behind my desk and pulling on the wire. Call me nutty, but I don't call that calming him down.
And work is just SO much better. My boss is being a complete and total ass. He's on the phone all the time when we have patients just because his kids are too stupid to call him at home instead. He's on the phone for a good 20 minutes at a time. I thought the point of going to work was.. to.. work. At least that's what he expects us to be there for. We're not allowed to conduct personal business while we're there unless it's on our lunch hour. Practice what you preach, man. I don't care what's going on with the kids and that your wife doesn't wanna deal with it. From 8:30 to 4:30 (minus the hour between 12 and 1), you're mine. I can't do my job until he does his. And when he won't do his, I have nothing to do and he starts getting annoyed with me when I'm seemingly standing around doing nothing. So, I've started purposely standing around doing nothing when he is too. Just because. I'm sick of the bullshit. And I'm getting to the point where I'm about to let him know it too, unless something changes.
And are Susan and Mary Frances and I having a shitty year (which he doesn't really care about either). First I lose my grandfather, then exactly one month later, Susan loses hers. Now one of Mary Frances's best friends has just been diagnosed with inoperable, untreatable pancreatic cancer. The doctor told her she has 6 months to a year to live. I mean, what do you do when someone you love comes to you and tells you that someone they love is dying? And we've all had to deal with that this year, because everyone we've lost or are going to lose has not gone quickly. We've all had time to sit and think about it. So we've bonded more than I think any of us ever thought we could...but in the worst way possible.
And after a good month, I finally heard from Adam. He started out by saying that he had news for me that was gonna make me smile. Apparently, he and that girl are starting to have problems and he said she's fairly certain that they're gonna be done by the time he gets back from Iraq. He thought THAT was gonna make me smile? No, dear. What would make me smile is if you said, "That girl and I are done and I've changed my mind and I wanna try the long-distance thing with you." It really doesn't matter if he's single or not, ultimately. It matters that he's single, home and wants to try something with me. Or he changes his mind about long-distance relationships. I really don't expect any of this to actually happen though. So why the hell would that make me smile? Sure, you'll be single, but what good would that do me here?
Anyway, I think that's all.
I guess, since I don't really wanna post it, I'll give the phone number to the apartment out on an individual basis.
And they apparently don't believe in cleaning. If you guys knew the PIGSTY I'm sitting in right now. And I'm gonna have to do it all. Their excuse? The other guy that used to live here made the place so much more disgusting, so their tolerance of dirty has gone up. OK, well, there's messy and then there's just plain unlivable. There's cat litter everywhere (and we'll get to the cat in a minute), pieces of foam from the couch that the cat is destroying, empty soda cans everywhere. Before I moved in here, the cat box was sitting in the hallway. IN THE HALLWAY? Needless to say, it's now in the bathroom. I've told them I can't live like this and they (and when I say they, it's mostly her) don't really care. And between work and unpacking and going back and forth to the house to get whatever's left, I haven't had time to clean. And I won't have time this weekend either. The thing I don't get is, she doesn't work. She's here ALL DAY LONG. And she doesn't do anything. She says she won't either because it's not her mess, that the cat did most of it. So what, are you waiting for the cat to clean it up? I'll sit and wait with bated breath for that to happen.
And that goddamn cat. I HATE that cat. You guys know how much I can't stand my dog? I've NEVER hated an animal this much in my life. I know he's just a kitten and I know that he's a little more playful than I'm used to, but it's like taking care of a small child. He's into EVERYTHING. Any wire, any pen, the garbage... and he'll just randomly attack you for no reason. They've apparently taken to feeding him people food when they are eating. He's a fucking cat. The only thing he should be eating is cat food. And he got neutered on Thursday in hopes that it would calm him the hell down. He's currently locked up in his cage because he knocked my mouse out of my hand by getting behind my desk and pulling on the wire. Call me nutty, but I don't call that calming him down.
And work is just SO much better. My boss is being a complete and total ass. He's on the phone all the time when we have patients just because his kids are too stupid to call him at home instead. He's on the phone for a good 20 minutes at a time. I thought the point of going to work was.. to.. work. At least that's what he expects us to be there for. We're not allowed to conduct personal business while we're there unless it's on our lunch hour. Practice what you preach, man. I don't care what's going on with the kids and that your wife doesn't wanna deal with it. From 8:30 to 4:30 (minus the hour between 12 and 1), you're mine. I can't do my job until he does his. And when he won't do his, I have nothing to do and he starts getting annoyed with me when I'm seemingly standing around doing nothing. So, I've started purposely standing around doing nothing when he is too. Just because. I'm sick of the bullshit. And I'm getting to the point where I'm about to let him know it too, unless something changes.
And are Susan and Mary Frances and I having a shitty year (which he doesn't really care about either). First I lose my grandfather, then exactly one month later, Susan loses hers. Now one of Mary Frances's best friends has just been diagnosed with inoperable, untreatable pancreatic cancer. The doctor told her she has 6 months to a year to live. I mean, what do you do when someone you love comes to you and tells you that someone they love is dying? And we've all had to deal with that this year, because everyone we've lost or are going to lose has not gone quickly. We've all had time to sit and think about it. So we've bonded more than I think any of us ever thought we could...but in the worst way possible.
And after a good month, I finally heard from Adam. He started out by saying that he had news for me that was gonna make me smile. Apparently, he and that girl are starting to have problems and he said she's fairly certain that they're gonna be done by the time he gets back from Iraq. He thought THAT was gonna make me smile? No, dear. What would make me smile is if you said, "That girl and I are done and I've changed my mind and I wanna try the long-distance thing with you." It really doesn't matter if he's single or not, ultimately. It matters that he's single, home and wants to try something with me. Or he changes his mind about long-distance relationships. I really don't expect any of this to actually happen though. So why the hell would that make me smile? Sure, you'll be single, but what good would that do me here?
Anyway, I think that's all.
I guess, since I don't really wanna post it, I'll give the phone number to the apartment out on an individual basis.