GreenEyedIDIOT
So I'm basically having the most mature conflict with my idiotic roommate.
On Friday night she called me while I was at work and I thought I would be nice so I called her back, usually I just ignore the fact that she called me. She's like, "Are you home? Well when you are home can you get a number from the table and call me back?" And she's going on and on about this stupid number and I'm not even home and I don't even care, then I ask her, "Are you in Phoenix? You're not going to bring back another child are you?" And she says, "No, I'm visiting my family. What's wrong if I did bring Andrew or Connor back?" And I tell her, "I don't like it," and then she raises her voice and repeats, "Why do you have a problem? They don't cry!" on and on and on. I just hang up on her because I really do not feel the need to scream at someone over the phone in front of my co-workers.
She keeps calling me back and I just ignore her.
Well, I go home and go to sleep. When I wake up I go into the kitchen for some b-fast and it's disgusting. Christen or Ali haven't taken the clean dishes that have been sitting in the dishwaser for a couple weeks out so dirty dishes are just piling in the sink. Their cats' paw prints are everywhere and the floors have black spots all over them. So I write on the whiteboard we have on the refrigerator, "Someone who is unemployed and has a gpa of less than 2.7 should probably sweep/vacuum and mop." It's incredibly bitchy but I'm tired of their cats and how dirty our house is. Well, when I come back from work Christen is gone and written on the board is, "Ali and I have disussed this already and I'm going to sweep and mop when ever I get a FUCKING CHANCE!" I feel really bad because 1) I didn't realize Christen had such a low gpa and 2) It wasn't meant for her and 3) She doesn't know that "whenever" is one word, not two. I texted her and tell her that it wasn't meant for her but she's camping and probably doesn't have service. I erase and whatever.
Well, I get home from work yesterday (sunday) and I'm dead tired so I take a nap. I get up to make myself dinner and I see that she put a note on the board that reads, "I heard you have a problem with the fact that I quit my job and have a lowsy gpa. Oh high and mighty I would really like to hear your concern." The way that I'm typing out Christen and Ali's messages are verbatim. So I write, "Actually, Ali, it's your co-dependency that's my biggest concern but I haven't time, nor patience, to deal with you, so for the next month I'm going to live in peace and eventually forget that I went against my better judgement and lived with someone as whiny and needy as you are." I thought it was really clever but only because it's completely true. They arrived home and all I heard was laughing. David warned that they were plotting my death but I KNOW they're not smart enough to plan something that elaborate.
Now that it's come down to it, I just feel really sorry for Christen. Her entire life she is going to have to live with Ali because no one else will and Ali's extremely co-dependent. The thing that pisses me off the most is that everyone who knew Ali and I told me not to live with her.
The best part is that I posted fliers up around campus letting people know that I need someone to take over my lease for the summer... Well, the only person who responded was "an older undergrad" named John. At first, on Thursday when I was still friendly towards them, I thought, "No way can I have them living with an older man," but the other night I e-mailed John letting him know the amenities of the house and the situation. I haven't heard anything back but I'm hoping I will. And I plan to just move out and have Christen ask what I'm doing and say, "Oh, I'm moving out... And this is your new roommate. Have a great summer!" Ah, it shall be brilliant. Hopefully he still wants to move in.
I love the drama. Only not.
On Friday night she called me while I was at work and I thought I would be nice so I called her back, usually I just ignore the fact that she called me. She's like, "Are you home? Well when you are home can you get a number from the table and call me back?" And she's going on and on about this stupid number and I'm not even home and I don't even care, then I ask her, "Are you in Phoenix? You're not going to bring back another child are you?" And she says, "No, I'm visiting my family. What's wrong if I did bring Andrew or Connor back?" And I tell her, "I don't like it," and then she raises her voice and repeats, "Why do you have a problem? They don't cry!" on and on and on. I just hang up on her because I really do not feel the need to scream at someone over the phone in front of my co-workers.
She keeps calling me back and I just ignore her.
Well, I go home and go to sleep. When I wake up I go into the kitchen for some b-fast and it's disgusting. Christen or Ali haven't taken the clean dishes that have been sitting in the dishwaser for a couple weeks out so dirty dishes are just piling in the sink. Their cats' paw prints are everywhere and the floors have black spots all over them. So I write on the whiteboard we have on the refrigerator, "Someone who is unemployed and has a gpa of less than 2.7 should probably sweep/vacuum and mop." It's incredibly bitchy but I'm tired of their cats and how dirty our house is. Well, when I come back from work Christen is gone and written on the board is, "Ali and I have disussed this already and I'm going to sweep and mop when ever I get a FUCKING CHANCE!" I feel really bad because 1) I didn't realize Christen had such a low gpa and 2) It wasn't meant for her and 3) She doesn't know that "whenever" is one word, not two. I texted her and tell her that it wasn't meant for her but she's camping and probably doesn't have service. I erase and whatever.
Well, I get home from work yesterday (sunday) and I'm dead tired so I take a nap. I get up to make myself dinner and I see that she put a note on the board that reads, "I heard you have a problem with the fact that I quit my job and have a lowsy gpa. Oh high and mighty I would really like to hear your concern." The way that I'm typing out Christen and Ali's messages are verbatim. So I write, "Actually, Ali, it's your co-dependency that's my biggest concern but I haven't time, nor patience, to deal with you, so for the next month I'm going to live in peace and eventually forget that I went against my better judgement and lived with someone as whiny and needy as you are." I thought it was really clever but only because it's completely true. They arrived home and all I heard was laughing. David warned that they were plotting my death but I KNOW they're not smart enough to plan something that elaborate.
Now that it's come down to it, I just feel really sorry for Christen. Her entire life she is going to have to live with Ali because no one else will and Ali's extremely co-dependent. The thing that pisses me off the most is that everyone who knew Ali and I told me not to live with her.
The best part is that I posted fliers up around campus letting people know that I need someone to take over my lease for the summer... Well, the only person who responded was "an older undergrad" named John. At first, on Thursday when I was still friendly towards them, I thought, "No way can I have them living with an older man," but the other night I e-mailed John letting him know the amenities of the house and the situation. I haven't heard anything back but I'm hoping I will. And I plan to just move out and have Christen ask what I'm doing and say, "Oh, I'm moving out... And this is your new roommate. Have a great summer!" Ah, it shall be brilliant. Hopefully he still wants to move in.
I love the drama. Only not.