Production team on schedule

[soloreader18]

I seem to have gotten off my schedule a bit.  Oh well.

I had, surprisingly enough, a relatively productive day today.  Unusual for me.  Most nights I go to bed with "the little fat man" mantra running through my head.  But today, no such luck...or whatever.  I went to all my classes, and while I did sleep through one, it wasn't the one I usually sleep through.  Then, I studied (I call it studying, most other people call it skimming the chapters I should have read weeks ago) for two hours and then I went and took my Humanities 201 test.  I deeply resent that test since we just had one scant two weeks ago and this isn't Russian class for heaven's sake!  But surprisingly enough, I actually did pretty well.  Well...I say pretty well.  The multiple choice was mostly a breeze and some of the essay questions, but of course the final essay question, the one worth 15 points (vs the other 5 point questions) took me forever.  I couldn't remember any specifics at all so I just gave a generalized meta-analysis.  I wrote it well so hopefully I'll blind her to my lack of content with my witty prose.  We can only hope, right?  Then, after two and a half hours I finaly made it home.  I was supposed to take Jared back his Office CD on Friday so I took off to do that and to soften him up I brought him a delicious cupcake as well (I made fair-to-middlin' cupcakes last night with heavenly frosting).  Then I got some groceries at Smiths.  I want someone to explain to me how a cart one quarter full of $1 and $2 items can add up to a $50 total?!  But I did invest in a decent frying pan.  I'm sick of trying to use this ghetto peice of crap they pretend to call a skillet in this house.  I'm keeping it in my cupboard though and no one will be allowed to use it unless they consent to my personal supervision.  Or if they're named Dre or Danielle.  But the moment I find a scratch in that no stick surface...ooh, heads will roll!  Anyway, I deposited my paycheck on the way home, and then I started my laundry upon arrival.  I made myself some cheap-o cube steak for dinner and now I'm writing my blog post.  After I finish with this I'm going to write out some liner notes for the CD I'm sending my mom.  Yes friends, I have managed to make an almost perfect CD.  The day I can excise that "almost" is a day I wait for with much anticipation.  But for now, almost perfect will do me just fine.  Anyway, even though she won't like but maybe half of it I'm going to send it to her anyway.  Maybe I'll help her to broaden her horizons....

I came home today to find this note on the fridge:


Now wait a minute you say.  This sounds like a perfectly logical request.  Well, I'll grant you that in a perfect world where there was no history this would be a very valid request.  Unfortunately there is far too much history here. 
I realize I've never actually laid out the whole roommate situation.  Let's see if I can do it in 10 sentences or less...

1. I live with a total of five girls, devided into two factions of three each ( faction A: me, Dre, and Danielle vs faction B: Liesle, Heidi, and Katie).
2. The house in which we live is owned by Margot Schulzke, grandmother of Liesl and Heidi, aka the sisters own this house, aka the girls who swear like sailors and succumb to semi-monthly fits of life hatred.
3. Liesle and Heidi have very particular ideas about how things should go in the house, which ideas never seem to apply to them
4. Over the course of the school year the situation between factions has deteriorated to the point that neither will speak to the other if at all possible and faction A tries to avoid the house as much as possible.
5. Though initially the hatred of faction B for faction A centered on Danielle it has since shifted to focus on me with the white hot heat of  the heart of a sun.
6. In consequence of the white hot hatred focused on me, all things that go wrong in the house are de facto my fault
7. Just before Christmas we had a sort of mass airing of grievances during which both factions A and B calmly and rationally expressed to the opposing faction their greatest and most pressing concerns.
8. During the airing of grievances faction A expressed a passionate aversion to note writing (as opposed to face to face communication) and swearing and faction B expressed a desire that dishes be cleaned immediately after use and bathrooms be cleaned regularly; as a result various chores were assigned to specific roommates including one member of faction B assigned to bathroom 1 and two members of faction A assigned to kitchen duty.
9. Since the aforementioned pow-wow the only dishes occupying the sink are those of faction B and note writing has not noticeably decreased, instead increasing to include not only the whiteboard, but also text messages, though in fairness there has been a general decrease in profanity with only a few notable exceptions.
10. Through the course of angry requests a pattern of hypocrasy has appeared on the part of faction B which has driven several members of faction A to extremes of anger and/or anxiety.

Wow, I think I managed to get the main facts across in 10 sentences.  Well done me.  Of course, what you have to understand is that this is a significantly skelletalized version.  I don't have the energy right now to go into any sort of detailed account.  Suffice it to say, my naturally "go with the flow" temperment has sustained som moment of severe strain.  But fortunately enough for me I have managd to come through it all mostly unscathed.  Dre and Danielle, on the other hand, may never be able to talk to Liesl and Heidi without some resentment.

So, when I came home to find this latest note, I'll admit that my initial impulse was to write my own note that went something like "why don't we add up the number of hours the bathroom light is on and we'll call it even"  None of us has yet been able to figure out what they do in the bathroom for 2-3 hours every morning AND night.  2-3 hourse once a day I could understand, but twice in one day?  What on earth could you find to occupy yourself?  But anyway, I just forced myself to laugh dismissively and ignore it. On principle I don't ever ever ever write notes.   And amazingly enough, later Heidi informed me that this particular note didn't apply to me as she had never seen me leave the door open.  Imagine that!  Something that wasn't my fault at all!

Cecily and Laura, I just want to let you know that after I write the liner notes for my mom I'm going to watch Noises Off based on your repeated reference of it.  I'm pretty excited.  So I think I'll wrap this up and get a move on!