Bitchfest Extrodinaire
Oh where oh where to begin?
Work, okay, so I got laid off yesterday. Sucks, because even though it was a crappy job I liked it. Basically I can thank the greedy NHL Players Association for this one. With the looming NHL strike our business has suffered, teams aren't ordering jersey stuff from us. Summer is apparently the "slow season" for the garment world (which seems kind of strange to me, but whatever) and that was why another girl in the office and I were cut down to 4 days a week at the beginning of July, and now with a dim glimmer of hope that the hockey season is going to happen that means I'm outta there. Whoo-hoo
And then there's the roomate horror that just doesn't seem to be going away. Granted, my note beside the eyebrows all over the wall worked in getting her to get rid of them appropriately, this morning when I got up there was a note on her door to me that besically said that if I have something to say to her that I should say it and not leave notes because talking to her would be nicer. An obvoius indication that she hasn't seen me when I'm pissed off (Paul can attest to the fury that can be unleashed). Yesterday before I went out I also left a note on her door asking her to do her dishes because I had seen a bug in the kitchen.
So she's growing a science experiment in the kitchen and leaving plucked hairs all over the wall, and I'm the one who isn't being nice? Could someone please explain to me how that works. The fact of the matter is that I went out meaning that I wasn't here to tell her to clean up after herself. Now as three women in their twenties I think that we should be capable of understanding the concept that if you make pasta with cream sauce you should clean the dishes soon there after. Mainly for two key reasons:
1) (the obvious pro as far as I'm concerend) Food, especially sauces, dries, so cleaning sooner than later makes the job easier!
2) It is disgusting from a smell point of view and from a bug point of view (especially in the summer, when it's hot) to leave dishes out for a long time.
So did my dishes note resonate? Well it's 11:30 on Wednesday night and when I came in they were still there, so apparently not!
But let's remember, I'm the mean one who won't put her life on hold to sit at home and wait for her to show up so that I can tell her. When it comes to her NOTHING should ever come first. Methinks that someone doth give themself too much credit. After all she's the one who always goes on and on about how she "has no friends." Gee. I wonder why?
Oh where oh where to begin?
Work, okay, so I got laid off yesterday. Sucks, because even though it was a crappy job I liked it. Basically I can thank the greedy NHL Players Association for this one. With the looming NHL strike our business has suffered, teams aren't ordering jersey stuff from us. Summer is apparently the "slow season" for the garment world (which seems kind of strange to me, but whatever) and that was why another girl in the office and I were cut down to 4 days a week at the beginning of July, and now with a dim glimmer of hope that the hockey season is going to happen that means I'm outta there. Whoo-hoo
And then there's the roomate horror that just doesn't seem to be going away. Granted, my note beside the eyebrows all over the wall worked in getting her to get rid of them appropriately, this morning when I got up there was a note on her door to me that besically said that if I have something to say to her that I should say it and not leave notes because talking to her would be nicer. An obvoius indication that she hasn't seen me when I'm pissed off (Paul can attest to the fury that can be unleashed). Yesterday before I went out I also left a note on her door asking her to do her dishes because I had seen a bug in the kitchen.
So she's growing a science experiment in the kitchen and leaving plucked hairs all over the wall, and I'm the one who isn't being nice? Could someone please explain to me how that works. The fact of the matter is that I went out meaning that I wasn't here to tell her to clean up after herself. Now as three women in their twenties I think that we should be capable of understanding the concept that if you make pasta with cream sauce you should clean the dishes soon there after. Mainly for two key reasons:
1) (the obvious pro as far as I'm concerend) Food, especially sauces, dries, so cleaning sooner than later makes the job easier!
2) It is disgusting from a smell point of view and from a bug point of view (especially in the summer, when it's hot) to leave dishes out for a long time.
So did my dishes note resonate? Well it's 11:30 on Wednesday night and when I came in they were still there, so apparently not!
But let's remember, I'm the mean one who won't put her life on hold to sit at home and wait for her to show up so that I can tell her. When it comes to her NOTHING should ever come first. Methinks that someone doth give themself too much credit. After all she's the one who always goes on and on about how she "has no friends." Gee. I wonder why?