Roommates!!
Little bit of background first or whatever you want to call this first part :P I woke up Saturday morning, "awww...I don't want to get up this early. Why did I decide to be nice and take Jason's shift?" Showered, ate breakfast. "Alright time to head off to work." In a pretty good mood for 7:30am. Walking towards my car, I notice a red tag and notepad sheet under my windshield wiper blade. The tag was one of those damaged car tags where they circle the damaged area and the notepad paper had a note alerting me that my car was victim to a hit and run but the Rapid City Police Department had a suspect. "Ah great, just after getting my car fixed just a couple weeks ago." So I go and look at my car, well it was pretty noticable. The front passenger's side was what got hit. The siding that lines the wheel well was pretty much torn off, part of my hudcap broken and a large part of the door was peeled back. The passenger side door was smashed in and can't be opened at present. Though with this carnage and bad news, there is a little bit of good news, miraculously the side mirror is still attached and in one piece.
Not having much time to bother with the damaged to my car however I drove off to work for a long day (11.5 hours to be precise) of dealing with stupid people and their internet problems. So from a good mood, to a bad mood, looking at impending doom :( How will our hero survive?
So at work, same old same old, though not as bad as it could be. Changed screen name to reflect frustration of car always getting hit while parked, "I'm sick and tired of my car getting hit." A short while later the same morning. (like an hour and a half later). Jason gets back from his morning meeting at Best Buy, "Mr. Sensitivity" has to make what he must have thought was a cute comment, "then kick it." Needless to say I wasn't too thrilled with the comment.
This where the main rant (and mean negativity) comes in. My "oh so wonderful roommates." We'll just stick to one of them so the backlash isn't as bad. Where to begin, ah yes, the "mr. sensitivity" comment. It seems that Jason only pays attention and cares if he KNOWS it concerns him, but otherwise is oblivious. He is a pretty inconsiderate 70+% of the time actually. (Not believing such a high percentage I reflected back to when we first met up until today. Okay the number isn't so unbelievable now, just my own naivity and willingful ignorance blinding me of the facts.)
Starting from the top:
Rarely does the dishes, usually requires atleast 4-7 days to sit or he needs the pan at the moment in order for him to do them, or secret option c, the kitchen starts reeking.
Despite them having their own dish towels out that they use, he still uses mine as well (okay so that could be a bit nitpicky if you don't know me)
He doesn't care if his roommate is trying to get to sleep, the tv in their rooom as to be used as opposed to the considerate method of using the living room's tv.
And then there's the mess in the living room. One excuse after the other why NOTHING can get cleaned up or at least somewhat organized to make the living room navigable to other parts of the apartment. (been this way for about 3 weeks now and I have mentioned it numerous times the embarrassment I would feel to invite friends over to hang out.
I think that is about all I wish to post about him up here. Don't get me wrong, he's my friend and all, in fact he's about as close as it gets for me to have a brother, but that may also in lie some of the problems, other than maybe he is just a bad roommate. It's hard to say.
Let the back lash begin, as I know it will eventually happen and he will yet be pissed despite that fact this was to vent my frustration before I completely snapped at his constant inconsiderations especially on a day that misfortunate smiles at me once again and I did him a favor to take his shift. (Does that dawn on him, very very doubtful, that is until he reads all this, but then he'll be too pissed at what is posted to realize the point. Sadness indeed. And my hope for humanity continues to dwindle.)
He shall not know how much that lease helped in keeping me here, would have moved out swiftly otherwise
Not having much time to bother with the damaged to my car however I drove off to work for a long day (11.5 hours to be precise) of dealing with stupid people and their internet problems. So from a good mood, to a bad mood, looking at impending doom :( How will our hero survive?
So at work, same old same old, though not as bad as it could be. Changed screen name to reflect frustration of car always getting hit while parked, "I'm sick and tired of my car getting hit." A short while later the same morning. (like an hour and a half later). Jason gets back from his morning meeting at Best Buy, "Mr. Sensitivity" has to make what he must have thought was a cute comment, "then kick it." Needless to say I wasn't too thrilled with the comment.
This where the main rant (and mean negativity) comes in. My "oh so wonderful roommates." We'll just stick to one of them so the backlash isn't as bad. Where to begin, ah yes, the "mr. sensitivity" comment. It seems that Jason only pays attention and cares if he KNOWS it concerns him, but otherwise is oblivious. He is a pretty inconsiderate 70+% of the time actually. (Not believing such a high percentage I reflected back to when we first met up until today. Okay the number isn't so unbelievable now, just my own naivity and willingful ignorance blinding me of the facts.)
Starting from the top:
Rarely does the dishes, usually requires atleast 4-7 days to sit or he needs the pan at the moment in order for him to do them, or secret option c, the kitchen starts reeking.
Despite them having their own dish towels out that they use, he still uses mine as well (okay so that could be a bit nitpicky if you don't know me)
He doesn't care if his roommate is trying to get to sleep, the tv in their rooom as to be used as opposed to the considerate method of using the living room's tv.
And then there's the mess in the living room. One excuse after the other why NOTHING can get cleaned up or at least somewhat organized to make the living room navigable to other parts of the apartment. (been this way for about 3 weeks now and I have mentioned it numerous times the embarrassment I would feel to invite friends over to hang out.
I think that is about all I wish to post about him up here. Don't get me wrong, he's my friend and all, in fact he's about as close as it gets for me to have a brother, but that may also in lie some of the problems, other than maybe he is just a bad roommate. It's hard to say.
Let the back lash begin, as I know it will eventually happen and he will yet be pissed despite that fact this was to vent my frustration before I completely snapped at his constant inconsiderations especially on a day that misfortunate smiles at me once again and I did him a favor to take his shift. (Does that dawn on him, very very doubtful, that is until he reads all this, but then he'll be too pissed at what is posted to realize the point. Sadness indeed. And my hope for humanity continues to dwindle.)
He shall not know how much that lease helped in keeping me here, would have moved out swiftly otherwise