I just have to get this off of my chest
I love my roommate Julie dearly. She's sweet, and she's fun to hang out with every now and then.
But she lacks certain social skills.
And a degree of maturity.
And has a naseating capacity for Ranch dressing.
A few days ago I ordered pizza for my co workers and brought the leftovers home and put them in the refrigerator. Whenever I have "good" food, I HATE taking it out and eating it in front of Julie because 95% of the time she'll immediately ask if she can try/sample/have some, and if she doesn't, then she'll stare at it the same way a dog does when it's hoping you'll drop your steak on the carpet. I couldn't really be discreet about pulling a couple slices out of this massive pizza box. And on cue she asked, "Can I have a piece of pizza?"
Another time, I'd made some boxed macaroni and cheese with some cheddar and feta cheese added to it. I was planning on bringing the rest over to my mom and grandma to share. But I made the mistake of asking Julie if she wanted to try some. The next thing I know she's scooping over half of what was left in the pot and filling her bowl to the brim with my macaroni. So much for sharing with mom and grandma. *or a second serving for myself.*
I'm sorry, but since when did "try" become "take as much as your greedy ass wants?"
She even bombarded me once when I was trying to unlock the door to my room. I had a plate of food in one hand, my keys and my purse in the other, and she lurches toward the pile of corn chips on my plate blurting "Ooo, can I try one?" Um, can I at least get inside of my door first?
I hate how she always uses the word "try," regardless of how ordinary the food item is. She'll sometimes make the excuse that she just wants to sample that particular brand/kind, as if it's going to taste any different. This despite the fact that she rarely goes grocery shopping. She'll order a big pizza or go to Macaroni Grill every week and thrive off of the leftovers. She probably spends more money than I do on food.
I used to not mind *as much*, but she also complains about all the weight she gained during college *somewhere between 30-50 pounds. She does make an effort to lose weight, but her efforts are always counterintuitive, i.e., she'll go to some 40 minute kickboxing class, come home sweating like a pig, pop some heavy leftovers into the microwave, and then go to sleep. And she has a tendency to dunk EVERYTHING in Ranch. Everything. Including her "sensible" snack foods.
I just find her behavior so obnoxious at times, because she's not necessarily rude or demanding. She's more like a little kid, grunting "unh, unh," and reaching when she spots something something shiny and thinking that if she says "pretty please" you'll allow her to have it..
But she lacks certain social skills.
And a degree of maturity.
And has a naseating capacity for Ranch dressing.
A few days ago I ordered pizza for my co workers and brought the leftovers home and put them in the refrigerator. Whenever I have "good" food, I HATE taking it out and eating it in front of Julie because 95% of the time she'll immediately ask if she can try/sample/have some, and if she doesn't, then she'll stare at it the same way a dog does when it's hoping you'll drop your steak on the carpet. I couldn't really be discreet about pulling a couple slices out of this massive pizza box. And on cue she asked, "Can I have a piece of pizza?"
Another time, I'd made some boxed macaroni and cheese with some cheddar and feta cheese added to it. I was planning on bringing the rest over to my mom and grandma to share. But I made the mistake of asking Julie if she wanted to try some. The next thing I know she's scooping over half of what was left in the pot and filling her bowl to the brim with my macaroni. So much for sharing with mom and grandma. *or a second serving for myself.*
I'm sorry, but since when did "try" become "take as much as your greedy ass wants?"
She even bombarded me once when I was trying to unlock the door to my room. I had a plate of food in one hand, my keys and my purse in the other, and she lurches toward the pile of corn chips on my plate blurting "Ooo, can I try one?" Um, can I at least get inside of my door first?
I hate how she always uses the word "try," regardless of how ordinary the food item is. She'll sometimes make the excuse that she just wants to sample that particular brand/kind, as if it's going to taste any different. This despite the fact that she rarely goes grocery shopping. She'll order a big pizza or go to Macaroni Grill every week and thrive off of the leftovers. She probably spends more money than I do on food.
I used to not mind *as much*, but she also complains about all the weight she gained during college *somewhere between 30-50 pounds. She does make an effort to lose weight, but her efforts are always counterintuitive, i.e., she'll go to some 40 minute kickboxing class, come home sweating like a pig, pop some heavy leftovers into the microwave, and then go to sleep. And she has a tendency to dunk EVERYTHING in Ranch. Everything. Including her "sensible" snack foods.
I just find her behavior so obnoxious at times, because she's not necessarily rude or demanding. She's more like a little kid, grunting "unh, unh," and reaching when she spots something something shiny and thinking that if she says "pretty please" you'll allow her to have it..