More roomie madness
So last Thursday my roommate/landlady came in to my room at 8AM and woke me up to ask me to call her cell for her because she couldn't find it.
She came in and said "Oh, I didn't know you were sleeping. Anyway can you call my phone for me? I can't find it."
Really? Because I sit in my room at 8AM with no lights on and the floor fan going all the time. Easy mistake to make, I'm sure.
She also yelled at me earlier this week after I got home at 9:30PM and didn't bring the trash cans in. Now, this is a perfectly legitimate complaint. But it requires some explanation for you to understand exactly how silly this is. So I made you a helpful diagram:
Alright. My van is the purple figure marked "B" and my asshole neighbors who thinks it's okay to park in front of my fucking house is the white shape marked "A". The green shapes are hedges that are up to my shoulders. The orange blobs are the only lights around here. The blue circles marked "C" are the trash cans. The brown circle is the mail box. The two black shapes marked "D" and "E" are my landlady and her boyfriend's cars. They were not there when I got there. I drive down the street to get to my house from left to right in the diagram. SO. Now you know the scene.
It's 9:30PM and very dark. We live in a neighborhood quite literally in the woods with only a few very weak street lamps. I have to park in front of my other neighbor's house (which I feel bad for-- I would park in front of whoever owns that fucking white van, but I don't know whose it is) and squeeze between their van and the hedge, which is only about two and a half feet of space. I check the mail (I REALLY cannot see in the box in the dark, I just reach in and feel for mail) and then walk up the side of the driveway (left in the picture) to the front steps. As you can see, there's a small lamp close to the front steps and one by the door. I can see the steps and the door just fine, but not really anything else.
So. Do you perhaps understand why I didn't bring the cans in? Maybe because they're dark blue and I could not see them?
My landlady came home at like 10PM and come to me and was snippy about how I was SUPPOSED to ring in the cans. Okay, fair enough. So I apologize to my landlady and said I couldn't see them, but at the moment was also confused because at the time I didn't know that was the neighbors car and thought our other roommate had someone over and didn't think I was the first one home at 9:30, so I hadn't looked for them, either. She snaps "It REALLY doesn't matter, I could see them and I KNOW you walk right by them. [my note-- I do not, in fact, walk by them at all] You should have known." So I apologize again and offer to go bring them in right then, and she tells me TOO LATE, she already did, then stomps off.
For starters, know why you could see them? Because you PARK next to them, retard. I parked down the fucking street.
I'm glad that I ruined your day by not having night vision and assuming that other cars in front of the house might mean other people were there. And if it means soooo much to you that I bring in the cans, then just tell me that from now on you want ME to bring in the cans all the time instead of doing this BS thing where periodically you've decided it's my job and get mad at me for not doing it that one time. I bring them in when I see them and I take out the trash when I need to. It's not like I never do it. It's really silly of you to get pissy because I didn't do it on one occasion that apparently it should have been my job. You come in and bitch at me for something like this about once a week, and that's the only time you ever talk to me. It's gotten so that when I see you and you go to approach me, I have to brace myself because I know you're about to piss me off.
Last week you demanded that I lock the door when I'm in the house alone, even though we live in a very nice neighborhood in the suburbs. Once again, not an unreasonable thing to ask, but you have a real attitude when you ask me to do things. Today you complained that I don't hand wash dishes before putting them in the dish washer. I do, in fact, rinse and wipe off dishes before I put them in there. If there's anything solid on there when I get to the kitchen, I will clean it off. That's all you need to to. If I was to actually hand-scrub a dish with lots of dish soap and water and then dry it with a towel, it wouldn't need to go in the dish washer. It would be clean and could be put away again. In fact, I DO hand wash things immediately after using them pretty often. And when I don't, I rinse put them in the dish washer right away. I don't let them pile up in the god damn sink like you do, which is EXTREMELY annoying because when I do want to wash or rinse something, I have to rearrange your little pile of bowls and glasses before I have the room to do it.
Every time you bitch at me, I act apologetic and am very polite and agree with you. But just so you know (in case you Google my ass or something) I really think you're being a twat most of the time. Even though you're usually never asking for anything unreasonable, you're a real twat the way you do it. Ever notice that I actually smile and talk to our other roommate and your boyfriend, even when they ask me favors? It's because they're not passive aggressive bitches like you. The other girl even let me use her nail polish remover when I was a dipshit and got super glue on my hands. As soon as my hands were clean I went out and got her two new bottles and thanked her probably fifty times. I knew better than to ask you for some because you probably would've made some snippy-ass comments and told me to go buy some myself.
And finally, I don't care that it's not your job to bring me my spare keys when I accidentally lock mine in my car. You're still a bitch for telling me you didn't FEEL like making the 10 minute round trip to help me out. And you're an even bigger bitch for deliberately ignoring me after that so I couldn't even thank you for your time anyway. I'm a very nice, polite person in general (in person, not on the internet, and not so much to my friends, um, just FYI). Oh, and saying you couldn't find my keys to bring them to me anyway? When I got home, they were right where I told you they were.
And if you call my college stupid one more time, I'm going to finally tell you to shut the fuck up.
Okay. Just had to get that out there.
She came in and said "Oh, I didn't know you were sleeping. Anyway can you call my phone for me? I can't find it."
Really? Because I sit in my room at 8AM with no lights on and the floor fan going all the time. Easy mistake to make, I'm sure.
She also yelled at me earlier this week after I got home at 9:30PM and didn't bring the trash cans in. Now, this is a perfectly legitimate complaint. But it requires some explanation for you to understand exactly how silly this is. So I made you a helpful diagram:
Alright. My van is the purple figure marked "B" and my asshole neighbors who thinks it's okay to park in front of my fucking house is the white shape marked "A". The green shapes are hedges that are up to my shoulders. The orange blobs are the only lights around here. The blue circles marked "C" are the trash cans. The brown circle is the mail box. The two black shapes marked "D" and "E" are my landlady and her boyfriend's cars. They were not there when I got there. I drive down the street to get to my house from left to right in the diagram. SO. Now you know the scene.
It's 9:30PM and very dark. We live in a neighborhood quite literally in the woods with only a few very weak street lamps. I have to park in front of my other neighbor's house (which I feel bad for-- I would park in front of whoever owns that fucking white van, but I don't know whose it is) and squeeze between their van and the hedge, which is only about two and a half feet of space. I check the mail (I REALLY cannot see in the box in the dark, I just reach in and feel for mail) and then walk up the side of the driveway (left in the picture) to the front steps. As you can see, there's a small lamp close to the front steps and one by the door. I can see the steps and the door just fine, but not really anything else.
So. Do you perhaps understand why I didn't bring the cans in? Maybe because they're dark blue and I could not see them?
My landlady came home at like 10PM and come to me and was snippy about how I was SUPPOSED to ring in the cans. Okay, fair enough. So I apologize to my landlady and said I couldn't see them, but at the moment was also confused because at the time I didn't know that was the neighbors car and thought our other roommate had someone over and didn't think I was the first one home at 9:30, so I hadn't looked for them, either. She snaps "It REALLY doesn't matter, I could see them and I KNOW you walk right by them. [my note-- I do not, in fact, walk by them at all] You should have known." So I apologize again and offer to go bring them in right then, and she tells me TOO LATE, she already did, then stomps off.
For starters, know why you could see them? Because you PARK next to them, retard. I parked down the fucking street.
I'm glad that I ruined your day by not having night vision and assuming that other cars in front of the house might mean other people were there. And if it means soooo much to you that I bring in the cans, then just tell me that from now on you want ME to bring in the cans all the time instead of doing this BS thing where periodically you've decided it's my job and get mad at me for not doing it that one time. I bring them in when I see them and I take out the trash when I need to. It's not like I never do it. It's really silly of you to get pissy because I didn't do it on one occasion that apparently it should have been my job. You come in and bitch at me for something like this about once a week, and that's the only time you ever talk to me. It's gotten so that when I see you and you go to approach me, I have to brace myself because I know you're about to piss me off.
Last week you demanded that I lock the door when I'm in the house alone, even though we live in a very nice neighborhood in the suburbs. Once again, not an unreasonable thing to ask, but you have a real attitude when you ask me to do things. Today you complained that I don't hand wash dishes before putting them in the dish washer. I do, in fact, rinse and wipe off dishes before I put them in there. If there's anything solid on there when I get to the kitchen, I will clean it off. That's all you need to to. If I was to actually hand-scrub a dish with lots of dish soap and water and then dry it with a towel, it wouldn't need to go in the dish washer. It would be clean and could be put away again. In fact, I DO hand wash things immediately after using them pretty often. And when I don't, I rinse put them in the dish washer right away. I don't let them pile up in the god damn sink like you do, which is EXTREMELY annoying because when I do want to wash or rinse something, I have to rearrange your little pile of bowls and glasses before I have the room to do it.
Every time you bitch at me, I act apologetic and am very polite and agree with you. But just so you know (in case you Google my ass or something) I really think you're being a twat most of the time. Even though you're usually never asking for anything unreasonable, you're a real twat the way you do it. Ever notice that I actually smile and talk to our other roommate and your boyfriend, even when they ask me favors? It's because they're not passive aggressive bitches like you. The other girl even let me use her nail polish remover when I was a dipshit and got super glue on my hands. As soon as my hands were clean I went out and got her two new bottles and thanked her probably fifty times. I knew better than to ask you for some because you probably would've made some snippy-ass comments and told me to go buy some myself.
And finally, I don't care that it's not your job to bring me my spare keys when I accidentally lock mine in my car. You're still a bitch for telling me you didn't FEEL like making the 10 minute round trip to help me out. And you're an even bigger bitch for deliberately ignoring me after that so I couldn't even thank you for your time anyway. I'm a very nice, polite person in general (in person, not on the internet, and not so much to my friends, um, just FYI). Oh, and saying you couldn't find my keys to bring them to me anyway? When I got home, they were right where I told you they were.
And if you call my college stupid one more time, I'm going to finally tell you to shut the fuck up.
Okay. Just had to get that out there.