The last week...
Well, this last week has been a little bit of everything, really. I had two packages arrive from Anne, which I was very excited to get. I think I'm going to sit down over the next few nights and finally finish my letter to her. Her birthday is coming up in less than a month and I'm hoping I will be able to send something out her way, though if it's anything more than a letter and card will depend on how much money Trev and I have. We have been purchasing things for the house which we need to replace when Webb moves out. We just bought our first piece of new furniture this weekend: a new couch. It's awesome. It's not really anything fancy, but it's comfortable. Right now, it's in the office for Jess to sleep on, but it's better than an air mattress, that's for sure. We've also bought a cheap set of dishes, pots and pans, bake-ware and other miscellaneous kitchen stuff we needed. The only thing left right now is a microwave, since the one in the house is Webb's. We even got a water cooler.
I died my hair red again this weekend. It was the worst experience at a hair salon I have ever had, but at least the colour is somewhat alright. I'm going to go back and talk to the manager when I go in next though. The woman who did my hair was extremely slow and didn't seem to know what she was doing. It took her twenty minutes to mix the dye. I've had my hair dyed for years and have had it done at salons many times. I have never had a hair stylist take 4 hours to dye my hair. The only time I spent that much time in the stylist's chair was when I was getting the colour stripped out of my hair, which is a much more lengthy process. I told her not to worry about the trim and that I'd come back. I was a bit worried about her chopping my hair as well. The dye was quite enough, thank you!
I have been extremely frustrated with our roommate and his complacent attitude towards the situation Jess (Trev's cousin) is in with the custody stuff she's going through. Trev told him at the end of July, when this whole thing started, he would have to find another place. He has tried to guilt trip Trev, has asked 'well, what about her family?' (we are her family!), has asked if she could go on welfare (she just got off welfare because she *gasp* got a job), etc. The list goes on. The real kicker here? The place we moved Jess out of was $450/month with all utilities, except internet access, included (basic cable too). He told Trev he couldn't afford that much (bullshit). Several days later, he calls in to work to have someone else take his shift (he only works part-time as it is). That already irked me because he's always complaining about being broke or how they don't give him enough shifts. To make me even more irritated, he started asking me if I knew any good Chinese places around. I told him I didn't as take-out Chinese food generally doesn't sit well with me. He then says, "Oh, well I can just order pizza. And don't worry, I'll cover you guys." Excuse me? I don't recall asking for you to "cover us," so don't go doing me any favours. I didn't say anything in response to him as I was way too pissed off to even think straight, let alone be composed when speaking to him. I heard him on the phone after Trev hung up with a friend of ours and he ordered 4 large pizzas. So, between having someone take his shift and the pizza, he just blew $100 in one night. Trev had a few slices of it, but neither Jess nor I ate a single piece of it.
But wait, there's more! Oh, yes. It does get better (or worse, depending on how you look at it). Two nights ago, I see a PlayStation3 sitting below our TV in the living room. I'm thinking he rented it since he works at Blockbuster, right? Wrong! He bought a PS3. $550 + 13% taxes from the guy who couldn't afford $450/month for rent and moving right now just wasn't a good time for him. Yeah, it wasn't a good time because he wanted to buy a PS3 and God forbid he have to wait. Trev talked to him again the other day and found out he bought it. He also talked to Webb about the need for him to move out so Jess could have the room for her and her son. Webb actually brought it up asking Trev, "So, have you guys figured out what Jess is doing?" Are you kidding me!? What didn't he understand the first five times Trev told him he'd have to find a new place!? He has been taking advantage of Trev, their friendship and Trev's generosity, and it's pissing me right the hell off. He's thinking only of himself and nothing of the fact that we have a family situation that is bigger than him and is something we are helping with. I seriously have had it with the guy.
It doesn't help that Sunday night we had a birthday celebration for me over at Shawn & Ted's place and we'd had some barbecued meat I brought home, intending to have for dinner the next night with Trev, along with some pasta salad Trev made. Over half the pasta salad was gone from a huge bowl that was originally put in the fridge and he ate half the meat I'd brought home as well. He didn't even ask. I'm sure the only reason I had any cake left of my ice cream cake was because I put my name all over the box so he couldn't miss it or even try and say he missed it. The guy eats so much freakin' food. I told Trev if he's going to be staying here for the next month (this will be his last thirty days, period), there will be stipulations to it. One of those stipulations is going to be him buying his own groceries. I refuse to continue paying for a ton of food when Trev and I only get a small portion of it. I am just so done with him, seriously. Every little thing bugs me to no end. Even stupid pet peeves like when he doesn't put the toilet paper on the roll, leaves the shower head on, walks around with what look like swimming trunks on and no shirt (or better yet, a towel) or doesn't pick up his dirty dishes (or do any dishes, for that matter). I even find it irritating when he will sit there with the fridge and freezer open looking to see what we have that is easy to make or he doesn't have to cook. When Trev or I cook, he expects us to feed him, but when he cooks, he rarely offers any to anyone else. Why? Because he eats it all. Every. Little. Thing. I just want to scream sometimes.
I died my hair red again this weekend. It was the worst experience at a hair salon I have ever had, but at least the colour is somewhat alright. I'm going to go back and talk to the manager when I go in next though. The woman who did my hair was extremely slow and didn't seem to know what she was doing. It took her twenty minutes to mix the dye. I've had my hair dyed for years and have had it done at salons many times. I have never had a hair stylist take 4 hours to dye my hair. The only time I spent that much time in the stylist's chair was when I was getting the colour stripped out of my hair, which is a much more lengthy process. I told her not to worry about the trim and that I'd come back. I was a bit worried about her chopping my hair as well. The dye was quite enough, thank you!
I have been extremely frustrated with our roommate and his complacent attitude towards the situation Jess (Trev's cousin) is in with the custody stuff she's going through. Trev told him at the end of July, when this whole thing started, he would have to find another place. He has tried to guilt trip Trev, has asked 'well, what about her family?' (we are her family!), has asked if she could go on welfare (she just got off welfare because she *gasp* got a job), etc. The list goes on. The real kicker here? The place we moved Jess out of was $450/month with all utilities, except internet access, included (basic cable too). He told Trev he couldn't afford that much (bullshit). Several days later, he calls in to work to have someone else take his shift (he only works part-time as it is). That already irked me because he's always complaining about being broke or how they don't give him enough shifts. To make me even more irritated, he started asking me if I knew any good Chinese places around. I told him I didn't as take-out Chinese food generally doesn't sit well with me. He then says, "Oh, well I can just order pizza. And don't worry, I'll cover you guys." Excuse me? I don't recall asking for you to "cover us," so don't go doing me any favours. I didn't say anything in response to him as I was way too pissed off to even think straight, let alone be composed when speaking to him. I heard him on the phone after Trev hung up with a friend of ours and he ordered 4 large pizzas. So, between having someone take his shift and the pizza, he just blew $100 in one night. Trev had a few slices of it, but neither Jess nor I ate a single piece of it.
But wait, there's more! Oh, yes. It does get better (or worse, depending on how you look at it). Two nights ago, I see a PlayStation3 sitting below our TV in the living room. I'm thinking he rented it since he works at Blockbuster, right? Wrong! He bought a PS3. $550 + 13% taxes from the guy who couldn't afford $450/month for rent and moving right now just wasn't a good time for him. Yeah, it wasn't a good time because he wanted to buy a PS3 and God forbid he have to wait. Trev talked to him again the other day and found out he bought it. He also talked to Webb about the need for him to move out so Jess could have the room for her and her son. Webb actually brought it up asking Trev, "So, have you guys figured out what Jess is doing?" Are you kidding me!? What didn't he understand the first five times Trev told him he'd have to find a new place!? He has been taking advantage of Trev, their friendship and Trev's generosity, and it's pissing me right the hell off. He's thinking only of himself and nothing of the fact that we have a family situation that is bigger than him and is something we are helping with. I seriously have had it with the guy.
It doesn't help that Sunday night we had a birthday celebration for me over at Shawn & Ted's place and we'd had some barbecued meat I brought home, intending to have for dinner the next night with Trev, along with some pasta salad Trev made. Over half the pasta salad was gone from a huge bowl that was originally put in the fridge and he ate half the meat I'd brought home as well. He didn't even ask. I'm sure the only reason I had any cake left of my ice cream cake was because I put my name all over the box so he couldn't miss it or even try and say he missed it. The guy eats so much freakin' food. I told Trev if he's going to be staying here for the next month (this will be his last thirty days, period), there will be stipulations to it. One of those stipulations is going to be him buying his own groceries. I refuse to continue paying for a ton of food when Trev and I only get a small portion of it. I am just so done with him, seriously. Every little thing bugs me to no end. Even stupid pet peeves like when he doesn't put the toilet paper on the roll, leaves the shower head on, walks around with what look like swimming trunks on and no shirt (or better yet, a towel) or doesn't pick up his dirty dishes (or do any dishes, for that matter). I even find it irritating when he will sit there with the fridge and freezer open looking to see what we have that is easy to make or he doesn't have to cook. When Trev or I cook, he expects us to feed him, but when he cooks, he rarely offers any to anyone else. Why? Because he eats it all. Every. Little. Thing. I just want to scream sometimes.