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One thing that Erins hate above all things are being made to feel like they've done something wrong when they haven't.
Today I've been having an alright day. Work was insanely early and sorta sucked, but it usually does. I hung out with Amanda for a bit and stuck around at home. I've been in a pretty good mood all day long, if tired and achey.
About ten minutes ago, Tim calls out from the hallway saying that he's going to the bank tomorrow to open a bank account for the house, something we've talked about in the past but never really set in stone. He said that he'd like to have 75 dollars from each of us by tomorrow morning, with no prior warning. Now, usually I give 75 bucks a week toward rent, but there are times when one check out of the month is rather low, so I do 100 dollars for three weeks, which adds up to be exactly the same by the time things are due. It's NEVER been a problem so far. From this last paycheck I ended up taking a day off on the pay period week because of my stupid icky monthly friend. On top of this I owed Brad 30 dollars, which I paid back to him, and I needed to buy a phone card as I was running on less than a dollar. That left me with around 27 bucks for food and other necessary things.
Last week was the first week of the month, meaning the first week I would have had to give money. He never mentioned anything about absolutely needing 75 dollars for the first week or else I would have done things differently. I fully intend to give him 100 for the next three Fridays, which, again, is before bills are due. When I told him, he got an attitude with me, got very huffy, and told me that he couldn't "deal with this right now", like I'd done something wrong. Now he and the other Erin are off walking the dog or something, and I'm left sitting here going "wtf". He's going to be getting his money. My end of the bills is NOT in jeopardy. It's not MY fault that I wasn't informed of something that he decided ahead of time that was going to affect things financially. And I DEFINITELY don't understand why this is such a big fucking deal.
Now I'm in an awful mood. It's just how I am. When things aren't even remotely resolved I worry, and fume. I don't know why it's such a big deal, I don't know why he's acting so upset about it. If it was that important he should have mentioned something, anything, about this before.
He shouldn't account for my money as an absolute unless he talks to me beforehand. He shouldn't ASSUME that I'm going to know when he's going to need cash early for sporadic adventures like this. If he was planning on doing this he could have told me a week ago, or more, and things would have been fine. As it is it seems like I'm the only one who gets all of my money in on a regular basis anyway.
And now they're back. I'm betting I'll update again in a bit.
Today I've been having an alright day. Work was insanely early and sorta sucked, but it usually does. I hung out with Amanda for a bit and stuck around at home. I've been in a pretty good mood all day long, if tired and achey.
About ten minutes ago, Tim calls out from the hallway saying that he's going to the bank tomorrow to open a bank account for the house, something we've talked about in the past but never really set in stone. He said that he'd like to have 75 dollars from each of us by tomorrow morning, with no prior warning. Now, usually I give 75 bucks a week toward rent, but there are times when one check out of the month is rather low, so I do 100 dollars for three weeks, which adds up to be exactly the same by the time things are due. It's NEVER been a problem so far. From this last paycheck I ended up taking a day off on the pay period week because of my stupid icky monthly friend. On top of this I owed Brad 30 dollars, which I paid back to him, and I needed to buy a phone card as I was running on less than a dollar. That left me with around 27 bucks for food and other necessary things.
Last week was the first week of the month, meaning the first week I would have had to give money. He never mentioned anything about absolutely needing 75 dollars for the first week or else I would have done things differently. I fully intend to give him 100 for the next three Fridays, which, again, is before bills are due. When I told him, he got an attitude with me, got very huffy, and told me that he couldn't "deal with this right now", like I'd done something wrong. Now he and the other Erin are off walking the dog or something, and I'm left sitting here going "wtf". He's going to be getting his money. My end of the bills is NOT in jeopardy. It's not MY fault that I wasn't informed of something that he decided ahead of time that was going to affect things financially. And I DEFINITELY don't understand why this is such a big fucking deal.
Now I'm in an awful mood. It's just how I am. When things aren't even remotely resolved I worry, and fume. I don't know why it's such a big deal, I don't know why he's acting so upset about it. If it was that important he should have mentioned something, anything, about this before.
He shouldn't account for my money as an absolute unless he talks to me beforehand. He shouldn't ASSUME that I'm going to know when he's going to need cash early for sporadic adventures like this. If he was planning on doing this he could have told me a week ago, or more, and things would have been fine. As it is it seems like I'm the only one who gets all of my money in on a regular basis anyway.
And now they're back. I'm betting I'll update again in a bit.