InBlogNito

Fortunately the stupidity is spouting forth at a tremendous rate, so I can entertain you as much as possible in the lead up the asshat’s exit from the house. Today has to be the best yet:

Conversation:

Asshat: "I’m lending my laptop to my sister because, being the blonde that she is, she snapped something on her power cable for her laptop"

(No, I didn’t make that blonde bit up, there is no need for such embellishments here!)

Me (after ascertaining they have the same make of laptop): "Well couldn’t you just take her the power cable?"

Asshat: "No… because she broke the something-or-other and the power adapter is connected to the cable"

Me: *confused look* 

Other flatmate, K: "So… again, why do you need to take the whole laptop?"

Asshat: "So she can play games and watch dvd’s or whatever till she gets a new one"

Um… that wasn’t the question being asked. I dared a very quick peek at K and she was giving me the same ‘wtf is wrong with her?’ look and I had to look away very quickly before we both cracked up with laughter. And I still cannot believe she called her sister blonde. Clearly all those hours in the bathroom, standing at the mirror, have not revealed her own ineptitude.

So…. have you all been waiting in anticipation of an update on the lawyer? or the asshat flatmate? Well here it is…

The Lawyer

Following on from successful dinner number one, there have been two more. The third one wasn’t entirely planned. We were supposed to have a ‘chat’, which we did. Then he got me drunk and cooked me dinner (in that order!) and I stayed over. On a school night! Monday morning was a little rough to say the least and going to see Cats for a friends birthday on Tuesday didn’t help the fatigue any… it’s been a long week, thank goodness it’s a long weekend and I get Monday off work.

And the chat? Relatively straightforward, it went something like this:

Him "I don’t want a relationship"

Me "I want to get married and have babies, but that ain’t happening anytime soon, so until either of us finds someone more appropriate, what’s wrong with this?"

Him *eventual, though concerned agreement*

He bought up the age thing again. I really can’t understand what the problem is, it’s a total non-issue for me. Oh yea, another conversation:

Him "You’re 26 right?"

Me " um…. ask me again in a couple of months"

Him "oh crap, it’s even worse than I thought!"

tehehe! 

The Asshat

Has continued with the asshat activities. In the weekend she cleaned the windowsill in the bathroom. Just the windowsill. Not the basin or the shower or the stuff we actually use. Just the windowsill. So last night we had a ‘chat’ which was largely me saying ‘you do NOTHING, you’ve never cleaned the toilet, you spend an hour in the bathroom at a time, we never know if you’re even home or not because your bedroom door is always closed’. Her justification? She works nights so it’s hard. And yep, I can agree it’s hard on the social front, but it’s not hard on the cleaning front. Some days she doesn’t start work till 5pm, giving her ALL day to clean something. She was also home for the full two days before our last house inspection and she did nothing in those two days. Oh, and she also cleaned the tap over the basin at the same time as the windowsill. You can just imagine my reaction to that!

Anyway, she asked if I wanted her to move out, and I said it’s up to her, she’s welcome to say but we’d need to see a 100% improvement. She doesn’t feel that’s possible, especially because she is going back to studying this semester. Me and other flatmate think this is crap, I have a full time job and will also be studying this semester, flatmate has two jobs and studys full time. Asshat will still be the one who has the least commitments and will spend the most time at home. She also mentioned money and that it was too expensive for her. I cannot get my head around this, she is paying exactly the same as she has paid for the past 3 years in the hostel. Plus her ‘going back to study’ is only 1-2 papers, so she could still work exactly the same hours, she just needs to stop being so lazy and spend a couple of hours studying each day instead of spending god knows how many hours staring at her computer screen watching dvd’s and movies and playing stupid time-wasting games.

She is signed up till November here, but I said 3 weeks would be a reasonable length of notice to give if she decides to move out (that’s standard if you’re not on a fixed term lease here), we can trade one person on the lease, so long as I’m here till November. So I’m kinda glad that it’s up to her. Obviously it’s far more ideal if she moves out, especially seeing as she doesn’t seem prepared to make any further effort (though she did clean the bathroom today! First time in 6 mths), but I’m leaving it up to her. The only annoying thing is that other flatmate leaves for 3 weeks in Canada in the weekend, so looking for a new flatmate could be problematic. We’ve agreed that I will look for someone and if I find someone who seems good, we will make it conditional on her meeting them and giving the final go ahead when she gets back. I’m the fussier one and know what I want in a flatmate, so it will kinda work out well that I do all the interviewing and stuff.

Other stuff…

So… while things with the lawyer are great, and the flat situation which I was really hating on before yesterday is getting resolved, work still sucks big time. I’m going to spend one of the long weekend days cleaning up my CV and writing job applications. I’m a little worried that I’m not going to be able to find something that will pay well enough, plus I’m up for a pay review this week which will add a few more $$ to the weekly paycheck making the gap even bigger again. But I think it has to be done, I’m just not going where I want to with this role.

So now you’re all caught up I’m going in search of a hot drink, then going to play my own time wasting game

Thanks to Laurie for this awesome idea!

1. Nicolas, 2. coffee and chocolate mousse cake, 3. The Dallington Bridge, 4. vintage tea set with cupcake, 5. Brandon Boyd of Incubus Raleigh, NC, 6. My garden looks better with wine…., 7. Scotland .!Thanks for the scenery……, 8. flickr.com/photos/hawkmonitor/91898675/, 9. Motherhood, 10. Not a good time for photo, I rather have coffee first, 11. Helpful Zef

Created with fd’s Flickr Toys.

The concept:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste the html into your blog or Flickr stream (the easiest way is to copy the URLs and then head over to the fd’s flickr toys link above and use the mosaic maker).

The Questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Looked up my flickr name and found something someone dedicated to me
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My Answers:
1. Nicola
2. Chocolate
3. Avonside
4. Pink
5. Brandon Boyd
6. Sauvignon Blance
7. Scotland
8. Banoffie Pie
9. Wife and Mother
10. Coffee!!
11. helpful
12. Nada

Ok, now this is just weird. Today we got a dryer delivered for winter and I went down to the laundry to check it had been delivered as arranged. Up till this morning a pile of washing has been sitting there on the floor for a few days cos I had like 4 other loads before that and am waiting for each one to dry in my room with the heater on before washing another one (took two days to try one load of sheets!). However, when checking on the dryer this afternoon, I found the load of washing had been done and hung on the drying rack. The weird part? Mostly Cool Flatmate (did I mention the cookie incident already? Don’t even get me started if I haven’t…) was at work all day. So it must have been super pain in the ass, absolute asshat flatmate. She can’t clean the f***ing bathroom just once but she does someone elses washing? That is just…. WEIRD. I feel violated. I don’t want someone else doing my washing.

Now I have to take the dilemma even further: is it wrong to be pissed off that someone tried to be nice and did my washing? Cos I totally am. It was just a duvet cover and some tea towels and dishclothes. But there are several problems here:

1. That duvet cover was very expensive and I really don’t want it washed with dirty, germy dishclothes.
2. I doubt she used the Canesten hygiene wash in the load, which I have bought specifically for loads of bathmats and dishclothes etc. Seeing as we wash in cold water, I want something to help rid the washing of nasty bugs.
3. The washing smells kinda bad, which means a) my theory in point 2 is confirmed and b) she didn’t use any fabric softener, which I would have used when I washed my nice expensive duvet cover separately.
4. IT’S JUST PLAIN WEIRD!!!

She also hung it up downstairs in our separate mouldy laundry where nothing ever dries, hence the reason I was waiting for the current load in my room to dry.

So she tries to do something nice, but it’s just so weird, and she did it so totally wrong, that I just cannot be grateful. In fact all I can muster up is incredibly pissed off because she fucked it up and now I have to fix it by doing the washing again, separately, and with the right additives in each load (the Canesten will now be going in with the duvet cover too! I’m not sleeping with dishcloth germs, ew!). And at a time that means I can hang it out and have it dry in less than a week. Now I would have had to do all this anyways, as per my original plan, but I’m still pissed off that someone messed with my system and my washing. Argh!

This is the best Postsecret I’ve seen in a while. Probably cos it’s the one I can relate to the most!

This about sums up the absolute asshat. 

A couple of weeks back I had another Nutrimetics party (I’m set for the next decade on cosmetics!), and flatmate was there. I made a date for the next party (3 in a year and you get a bonus, this decade will be the cheapest at least ), and then I thought ‘wait, that might be the weekend we are due to move out of here’. Asked flatmate if she could remember when we moved in, then I worked out that yes, it was that weekend that our lease was up. Then, flatmate comes out with:

‘But I’m sure they won’t make us move out THAT weekend‘

Seriously. We’re on a one year fixed lease. And yea, maybe closer to the time there could be room for negotiation on move out date (we won’t be staying here most likely, and if we do, we’ll be kicking her out!). But still, seriously! They have every right to have us out on the street on that very day, whether we have somewhere else to live or not!! Welcome to the real world asshat, about time you grew up and joined us.

Stay tuned for the next installment… also, thanks to Kari for naming my new column!

It turns out I didn’t think my plan through very well. Now I’ve got his interest, what do I do?! I don’t know what he expects… it was so hard to get him to come to the party, and now he’s here, I don’t know what the next move is supposed to be! He’s been sooo lovely, was really caring and concerned last weekend, text me both on the day of my surgery and two days later to check in on how I was feeling, and now I feel like I’m the one holding back, not because I want to hold back, but because I don’t know what direction to take! What do I do now?!!? I feel like I should send a text to him, ask him how things are going and if he’s had a good week. But that kinda seems like I’m fishing for a) him to ask me over again, or b) personal info in a relationship kind of way.

And I can’t really invite him over here, it’s a little difficult with the flatmates… And realistically, it can only be either a friends thing or a casual thing. There is no relationship potential, we want different things in the long term… I need one of those pick-a-path books so I at least have some different paths to choose from.

UPDATE: I sent a ‘hey how’s your weekend going’ text and he said we should catch up next weekend, so it’s all good for another week or two! Hopefully next weekend I’ll be all fixed up again, little bit of pain and discomfort at the moment, but still intending to go back to work tomorrow, might just do a couple of half days if I get too tired.

This time yesterday I was checked into my room at the hospital and the nurse was running around like a mad-woman, I don’t think she knew what she was doing! Finally got down to surgery at about 2:30pm. They were all waiting and waiting and waiting for me. That nurse? Forgot to take me down to theatre after they rang and told her they were ready. Tells you how great she is… Luckily when I woke up shifts had changed and we had a much better nurse who was very nice and clearly knew a lot more about what she was doing, plus she had a new nurse following her round (new to the hospital, not to nursing!) so I had two of them taking care of me.

Everything is fine, now at least. There was endometriosis in three places and they cut it all out. I have pics if anyone wants to see the before and after of my insides! Ew So I’m feeling fine, they pump you full of some gas to inflate the area, and even though they deflate you, apparently some of that gas likes to travel to your shoulders, so a little sore there. Plus I had to sleep sitting up first last night cos when I lay down I could breathe for the pain under my ribcage. More of that gas apparently. Was wondering why I felt a little sore at the site of the actual surgery just now, then I realised I hadn’t taken meds in about 5-6 hours haha. Silly me. So apart from that, and moving around very slowly, things are good. All sorted now I hope! Thank you for all your support, best wishes and comments, I’m so glad that they found something. No guarantees, but things should get a whole lot better soon and this fatigue that has plagued me for soooo long should go away.

And, of course, some of you are waiting to hear about my Saturday night. It was great! He was the perfect gentlemen (once he finished playing around with his very expensive new speakers that he’d been working on all day. They are cooler than his car apparently. His car is a Porchse!). He had dinner in the oven (roast chicken!) and kept me topped up on wine. He even had cheese and crackers ready, how many guys would think of that?! We watched a couple of movies (would highly recommend Life as a House and Fallen if you haven’t seen them already). It was very lovely and he was very concerned that I was having surgery in two days time. I was very tired and a little distracted so I explained why. Plus he plays a role in the industry so he knows procedures and ailments, and it was good to name drop my surgeon. He hadn’t heard of him, which is a good thing as he deals with the dodgy ones!

It gets even better too. He text me last night to say that he hoped surgery went well and telling me to take care etc. How sweet! I would not have expected that from him at all a couple of months ago. He was the only person to text in fact, most people had sent well-wishes in advance and I said I’d catch up with them today. But still, the one and only text I get on the day was from him. Yes, copious amounts of undeserved swooning… I’ll blame the anaesthetic

I went into town today to deliver some Nutrimetics to a friend at work, then had a look around the shops. I’m having a pair of $300 (!!!) boots brought into one shop to try on in my size, will post a pic if I buy them…. Then I went to try on some new winter pj’s cos there was a sale on, and came across these totally cute fitting rooms:

Totally cool, right? There’s nothing worse than walking into a fitting room with 1, or even 2, hooks and no room to even take a step back to look in the mirror. This was spacious, had a bench and not 1, but FOUR hooks, and so thoughtfully labelled! It’s just a shame that everyone elses crap was still on them haha. I just had to take a pic and share with you .