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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

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!

So… remember the text message? The one I sent over THREE weeks ago? The one you all commented on so honestly and frankly, comments that I really appreciated? I was happy, I’d put myself out there, I hadn’t gotten anything back, but I was happy, I was moving on. Then on Saturday I get a text. From him. Would I like to come over for dinner and a movie? There was no consideration, the answer was hell yes! Small problem though… I was out of town. So I text back and explained the issue and said "how about next weekend?". He said he’d be in touch… and I thought ‘yea ok, we’ll see about that then’. But as my flatmate pointed out, at least I got to postpone on him for a change!

Then, double shock, what do you know? It’s only Wed and he’s trying again for this Sat night! So of course I said yes. It’s at his house, that can only mean he’s after one thing. But damnit, I need that one thing too! And seeing as my surgery is on the Tuesday following, I might be out of action for a week or three. So that’s put a little much needed excitement in my life. Apart from that things are rather dreary, I’m fighting a cold, which jeopardises my surgery. I can’t have it jeopardised, cos my mum has flights booked and everything else is all sorted. I came home early from work on Monday and my other (dim witted, unhygienic, generall uncouth) flatmate commented that I was home early, and I explained the situation. Her response?

"But isn’t the surgery supposed to make you better?"

Um.. yea… we all rush off to a surgeon and have them slice us open for a mere head cold. Seriously.

Which brings me to the finale of this post, I have a few of these stirling little quotes from said flatmate, I think I’m going to start a regular feature to share some of these with you, with special guest posts from any other equally dim-witted people who manage to come up with these inane, illogical, or just plain stupid words and actually speak them out loud. Yes, I know, very judgemental, I’m not always the straightest thinker either, but I have no patience for plain ineptitude.