Because I completely forgot and had no energy...
Book of the Damned: Week Four
I haven’t really kept a log of this final week because it’s just so damn awful and depressing. HOW IS SOMEONE SO STUPID *tears hair*
In summary, he finally got a job with 6 days to go, and a room 5 days before he has to GTFO. He’s a sales rep at Brooks Brothers or some shit and his apartment is far enough away that he won’t be “dropping by” for whatever dumb reason he conjures up.
Bullshit that has happened in the past week:
+ On Wednesday (our T-Day) David and I are working our butts off to cook the whole meal. He wanders in and out of the kitchen occasionally to get food or to comment “hey bro, there any appetizers or anything?” He does not offer to help in any way.
+ We’re all watching Angels & Demons and he won’t stop talking through every fucking scene. Hey, it’s kinda cool that you know the history behind all these locales, but we also have Google if we were really that goddamn interested, now stfu!
+ Bought a gallon of Rocky Road ice cream. Had one bowl then let it sit for a few days. Went to get a bowl last night while chatting with aoi_tsuki1 and there is literally 2, maybe 3, spoonfuls left at the bottom.
+ With 3 days left to go until moving into his (unfurnished) room, he has yet to: find out who the check for the deposit should be made out to, ask how communal products like paper towels, dish soap, paper towels etc are handled, change the mailing address from this address to the new one, buy a damn alarm clock, find out how people will contact him by phone since they’ve been using my landline, etc etc.
You know, responsible people stuff!
+ LOL, found out he is applying for another teaching job for February, this time in China. Rest assured that acting the way you did in S. Korea may not be the best course of action for China. Hey Phil, ever see Red Corner? Or Locked Up Abroad? Yeah, keep that in mind. Or don’t. We don’t care!
+ There are photos of naked chicks on the computer desktop. Hint: IT WASN’T ME.
+ Eew, dirty underwear in the bathroom D: D:
+ In a sudden fit of meticulousness, after doing the wash one day, noticed that a stain on the collar of some of shirts were still there. He ignores our logic that says “hey, have these been washed before? Put in a dryer? Well then nothing you do will help, they’re set in. Tough titties.” He goes out to buy a thing of stain remover or whatever and runs them through the wash again. AND THEN THE DRYER. Well even if it was possible, it’s sure as fuck not coming out now. PAY ATTENTION, YO AUUUGH
+ His feet smell. They smell pretty bad.
+ Bought a pair of boots on Friday as an early holiday thing. Walking in with them, he asks if they’re new, and I say yes. He asks how much and when I say they were on sale and gave the price, he goes “heh, really, only girls would think that’s a sales price just for some shoes.”
That does not go over well.
“Ex-CUSE ME. I have a job that enables me to make such purchases without the fear I will overspend and find myself parked on my friends couch for a month scrounging up a job because I couldn’t handle something like basic finances.”
+ JUST TWO MORE DAYS. He’s gone on Wednesday morning! We are already planning what we’re going to get for takeout for our celebratory dinner that night. Huzzah!
I haven’t really kept a log of this final week because it’s just so damn awful and depressing. HOW IS SOMEONE SO STUPID *tears hair*
In summary, he finally got a job with 6 days to go, and a room 5 days before he has to GTFO. He’s a sales rep at Brooks Brothers or some shit and his apartment is far enough away that he won’t be “dropping by” for whatever dumb reason he conjures up.
Bullshit that has happened in the past week:
+ On Wednesday (our T-Day) David and I are working our butts off to cook the whole meal. He wanders in and out of the kitchen occasionally to get food or to comment “hey bro, there any appetizers or anything?” He does not offer to help in any way.
+ We’re all watching Angels & Demons and he won’t stop talking through every fucking scene. Hey, it’s kinda cool that you know the history behind all these locales, but we also have Google if we were really that goddamn interested, now stfu!
+ Bought a gallon of Rocky Road ice cream. Had one bowl then let it sit for a few days. Went to get a bowl last night while chatting with aoi_tsuki1 and there is literally 2, maybe 3, spoonfuls left at the bottom.
+ With 3 days left to go until moving into his (unfurnished) room, he has yet to: find out who the check for the deposit should be made out to, ask how communal products like paper towels, dish soap, paper towels etc are handled, change the mailing address from this address to the new one, buy a damn alarm clock, find out how people will contact him by phone since they’ve been using my landline, etc etc.
You know, responsible people stuff!
+ LOL, found out he is applying for another teaching job for February, this time in China. Rest assured that acting the way you did in S. Korea may not be the best course of action for China. Hey Phil, ever see Red Corner? Or Locked Up Abroad? Yeah, keep that in mind. Or don’t. We don’t care!
+ There are photos of naked chicks on the computer desktop. Hint: IT WASN’T ME.
+ Eew, dirty underwear in the bathroom D: D:
+ In a sudden fit of meticulousness, after doing the wash one day, noticed that a stain on the collar of some of shirts were still there. He ignores our logic that says “hey, have these been washed before? Put in a dryer? Well then nothing you do will help, they’re set in. Tough titties.” He goes out to buy a thing of stain remover or whatever and runs them through the wash again. AND THEN THE DRYER. Well even if it was possible, it’s sure as fuck not coming out now. PAY ATTENTION, YO AUUUGH
+ His feet smell. They smell pretty bad.
+ Bought a pair of boots on Friday as an early holiday thing. Walking in with them, he asks if they’re new, and I say yes. He asks how much and when I say they were on sale and gave the price, he goes “heh, really, only girls would think that’s a sales price just for some shoes.”
That does not go over well.
“Ex-CUSE ME. I have a job that enables me to make such purchases without the fear I will overspend and find myself parked on my friends couch for a month scrounging up a job because I couldn’t handle something like basic finances.”
+ JUST TWO MORE DAYS. He’s gone on Wednesday morning! We are already planning what we’re going to get for takeout for our celebratory dinner that night. Huzzah!