What a day ....
So, I'm currently at my mate's place. I got invited over on Friday, partly to sort out his PC problems - it's the same mate whom I may have posted about here not so long ago.
Let's round up the morning .... I got up around 9:30. I didn't have to, just I'd had enough sleep and didn't feel like wasting the morning. Since the living room was a tip as usual - and I don't mean this unkindly or lightly as it literally was a tip - I decided to do what I normally do for them and tidy up a little bit. So, for an hour and a half I cleaned, and managed to throw out two large black binliner's worth or food wrappers, disposable plates (since his wife doesn't do the washing up, she thought this might help), made sure everything was clean .... now it's not going to win any awards, but at least you could walk across the floor without treading on something, which you literally couldn't beforehand.
Now roll the clock forward to about 12:10, and my mate and his wife come down - I've been looking after the kids until this point, trying to keep them entertained, helping them on the PS2, and doing some work on my mate's PC for him. His wife is in a bad mood already - she had some odd mood swings. Despite the fact it's obvious the room's been cleaned I don't even get an acknowledgement - not a thank you, kiss my ass, nothing. If that's how taken for granted it is that I'll clean then the answer is simple : I won't bother from now on. The wife then proceeds to find a DVD boxset on the corner table - it was in the brown envelope that it came in, which in my tidying I threw out. She then makes a scene about now the kids know it's there - which, ironically, they didn't until she decided to make a fuss over it. She then went off and made a drink for herself - not for anyone else, and since she usually does, she's got her arse in her hands. To this point I've not had more than 5 words out of her, and it's 1:15 while I'm typing this.
My mate's currently watching a filn on the laptop at the moment - at which point his wife decided to ssk her son to get a DVD, put it on the TV, and then COMPLAINED THAT SHE CAN'T HEAR IT. If that's not the most petty thing I've seen in my life, I'm not sure I know what else is.
So, pretty good morning so far. From what I can guess she's being like this because she wanted to have a "clearout" and throw a load of stuff out, which I'm here to help with too; except my mate who I reminded ELEVEN times yesterday didn't start, and they were out a couple of times in the day, so it's not been started. It's not like I can decide what they want to chuck out, so .... hardly my fault.
And the best part? I'm here now until Monday morning. If it carries on like this I'll be on the bus and out of here within the hour .... days like this make me wonder why they hell I bother to help people, it really does. My mate is in - perhaps understandably - in a bad mood tooo, and is now taking to shouting at the dog and making oh-so-manly veiled threats to it for daring to come into the living room.
Let's round up the morning .... I got up around 9:30. I didn't have to, just I'd had enough sleep and didn't feel like wasting the morning. Since the living room was a tip as usual - and I don't mean this unkindly or lightly as it literally was a tip - I decided to do what I normally do for them and tidy up a little bit. So, for an hour and a half I cleaned, and managed to throw out two large black binliner's worth or food wrappers, disposable plates (since his wife doesn't do the washing up, she thought this might help), made sure everything was clean .... now it's not going to win any awards, but at least you could walk across the floor without treading on something, which you literally couldn't beforehand.
Now roll the clock forward to about 12:10, and my mate and his wife come down - I've been looking after the kids until this point, trying to keep them entertained, helping them on the PS2, and doing some work on my mate's PC for him. His wife is in a bad mood already - she had some odd mood swings. Despite the fact it's obvious the room's been cleaned I don't even get an acknowledgement - not a thank you, kiss my ass, nothing. If that's how taken for granted it is that I'll clean then the answer is simple : I won't bother from now on. The wife then proceeds to find a DVD boxset on the corner table - it was in the brown envelope that it came in, which in my tidying I threw out. She then makes a scene about now the kids know it's there - which, ironically, they didn't until she decided to make a fuss over it. She then went off and made a drink for herself - not for anyone else, and since she usually does, she's got her arse in her hands. To this point I've not had more than 5 words out of her, and it's 1:15 while I'm typing this.
My mate's currently watching a filn on the laptop at the moment - at which point his wife decided to ssk her son to get a DVD, put it on the TV, and then COMPLAINED THAT SHE CAN'T HEAR IT. If that's not the most petty thing I've seen in my life, I'm not sure I know what else is.
So, pretty good morning so far. From what I can guess she's being like this because she wanted to have a "clearout" and throw a load of stuff out, which I'm here to help with too; except my mate who I reminded ELEVEN times yesterday didn't start, and they were out a couple of times in the day, so it's not been started. It's not like I can decide what they want to chuck out, so .... hardly my fault.
And the best part? I'm here now until Monday morning. If it carries on like this I'll be on the bus and out of here within the hour .... days like this make me wonder why they hell I bother to help people, it really does. My mate is in - perhaps understandably - in a bad mood tooo, and is now taking to shouting at the dog and making oh-so-manly veiled threats to it for daring to come into the living room.