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I've been house/dog-sitting for my friend and his wife this weekend while they're out of town. He and I were tight like spandex back in middle school and high school, so it's neat that he and his wife live in Portland now. It's been really strange though--their life is completely opposite from mine, and staying in their home is surreal. It's a 2-story townhouse in a nice area of the city filled with nice things. There are jars for the oats and the flour on the kitchen counter, and knicknacks on the bathroom counter. I don't even have counters. I don't know. Coming home after spending time over there is majorly depressing. They're married, crazy in love adults with great careers they're excited about (architect, electrical/mechanical engineer) and a beautiful home and great dog.
Anyway. I finally bought a real bookshelf and a small microwave from Goodwill last night. Eventually my apartment will look like someone lives here, not just a squat.
While Zach was visiting he mentioned that my old roommates Alison and Katie wouldn't return my little brother's "Flight of the Conchords" dvd set because they're upset with me because they think I owe them money (because I didn't get TacoCat spayed before I left). So today, to straighten things out, I went after work to buy a nice card and inside wrote a note explaining that I'd lent Ditmar's girlfriend $150 just before I left so that she could take my old room, and she was meant to pay to get Taco fixed instead of paying me back--which actually, depending on the vet's office, would put her like $50 ahead, but I didn't mention that part. From the soudnd of it, they seem to have quite conveniently forgotten that I lent that $150 at all. Then I wrote my little brother's address down and included eight stamps and instructions to get a manila envelope from Meijer and send him his dvds.
I was very polite in the note, but honestly, I'm really bothered by it. Passive-agressive bitchiness is one things about GR that I certainly don't miss living with, for sure. If they were upset with me or there was a problem with money, they should have just ... you know ... SAID SO. Directly and at the time of the problem. Like adults. Not "Well Zach said that Trevor said that Alison and Kaite blahblahblah..." two months later. LIFE IS NOT A GAME OF TELEPHONE. What the hell, people? How old are we now?
Anyway. I finally bought a real bookshelf and a small microwave from Goodwill last night. Eventually my apartment will look like someone lives here, not just a squat.
While Zach was visiting he mentioned that my old roommates Alison and Katie wouldn't return my little brother's "Flight of the Conchords" dvd set because they're upset with me because they think I owe them money (because I didn't get TacoCat spayed before I left). So today, to straighten things out, I went after work to buy a nice card and inside wrote a note explaining that I'd lent Ditmar's girlfriend $150 just before I left so that she could take my old room, and she was meant to pay to get Taco fixed instead of paying me back--which actually, depending on the vet's office, would put her like $50 ahead, but I didn't mention that part. From the soudnd of it, they seem to have quite conveniently forgotten that I lent that $150 at all. Then I wrote my little brother's address down and included eight stamps and instructions to get a manila envelope from Meijer and send him his dvds.
I was very polite in the note, but honestly, I'm really bothered by it. Passive-agressive bitchiness is one things about GR that I certainly don't miss living with, for sure. If they were upset with me or there was a problem with money, they should have just ... you know ... SAID SO. Directly and at the time of the problem. Like adults. Not "Well Zach said that Trevor said that Alison and Kaite blahblahblah..." two months later. LIFE IS NOT A GAME OF TELEPHONE. What the hell, people? How old are we now?