InBlogNito

So after noting that Friglet’s blog didn’t remember me cos I had to login to see her worst blogger post in full, I have to confess that my own blog didn’t remember me! I had to go searching for the silly blogsome login link I have stealthed away in my favourites folders because my history with this site is so old the browser didn’t remember me.

Anyways, I too, confess to being the worlds worst blogger. I had to login however, because there are some things I need to get off my chest. One in particular in fact: the new flatmate sucks. She’s hopeless, can’t recycle or refuse correctly, leaves the bathmat down on the floor, has her friends over who turn our bath and my facecloth orange, turns on music while I’m watching tv, leaves the door to the hall open EVERY.SINGLE.TIME she goes through it. Did you not see our last power bill? We’re trying to both stay warm and conserve energy here, not an easy task as it is without someone making it worse. It’s so infuriating, we just had one bad flatmate, we didn’t want another! And the annoying thing is that she’s not just plain stupid like Amber, she’s just plain disrespectful of other people’s lives and possessions. Like when she admired my coffee table (most expensive piece of furniture in my living room!) then threw her jacket on top, zips, domes and buttons hitting the wood. I try not to let my preciousness show be precious about these things, they’re there to be used and all. But do you have to go doing something like that? Seriously?!

We’ve also rearranged not one, or two, but FOUR rooms to accommodate her crap. I tried to reconcile this with the fact she is saving us money with appliances that we now don’t have to rent. However I just can’t reconcile any longer. This is what our living room looked like before:

Not the greatest picture, but you get the idea. I’m pretty proud of my efforts to furnish this room, I did it el cheapo, something like $1000 or a little more for all the furniture you see there, and only the couches are second hand (one of which I bought from the lead singer of a famous NZ band).

Enter the flatmate (you can also just see the top of a whole box of her crap near the bottom corner of the front door, it’s been there for weeks):

Boring, barren, and the lounge suite is totally not my taste (withholding true feelings about it so as not to offend anyone who might enjoy L-shaped couches, leather or cushions!). And while you may be thinking ‘nice, looks like a cosy couch, lotsa cushions’, let me tell you. It is not comfortable. Cushions are annoying, they move. The bottom cushion things slide forward all the time, and yep, they are cushions, flimsy soft filled-with-cotton-wool cushions. Not comfortable at all cos your ass just hits the base when you sit down. And the whole corner just looks so barren without the bookcase there. The bookcase is now in my room. Bedrooms are for beds. And clothes. That’s it. Not desks and tv’s and bookcases.

Here is where one couch got stuffed, no one can sit on it without knocking themselves out on the bench, so it’s become the place I keep my bag. Bag’s really don’t need WHOLE couches to themselves.

The other couch is in the study, which has been accommodated there thanks to other flatmate moving her desk into her room.

So here’s the plan, the only way I can live with is to unrearrange the living room back to how it was. I know how this sounds, but aside from the fact I just plain don’t like the new couch, I can’t actually sit on it. It wrecks my back, which doesn’t need any further wrecking, it does quite well on it’s own in that respect (it’s also missing the lawyers comfy bed ). Then my desk will go in my room, which kinda makes sense right now cos it’s too damn cold to be in that study and it takes way too long to heat up. Plus did I mention that power bill? Then new flatmate can have the whole damn spare room for her stupid couch. So long as there’s enough room to pump up an airbed and have someone sleep over.

I do feel kinda silly about this sometimes, especially when she’s saving us money with some of her excessive and over-priced belongings. However, her rent is somewhat subsidised in return for this. And then she’s just completely obliterated the rest of the house with her crap. When we advertised we clearly stated ‘everything you need is here, you just have to furnish your room’. We didn’t need a new couch, we didn’t need boxes of crap lying around. We didn’t even really need appliances, I was quite happy to pay to rent them (which I still kinda am anyways). Plus she was really rude and pushy about me getting rid of the old ones, she emailed me half way through monday morning to tell me to arrange movers to get rid of them, which I had already done. And you don’t even get movers to do it, you get the appliance rental people to do it stupid.

So that’s my bitch and moan, complete with pretty pictures. Am I being fair? Maybe there are some more tolerant people out there who would think not. However I’m not tolerant, and I know that, and feel completely justified in saying ‘enough is enough, I want our house back the way it was’. I’m especially intolerant right now because soooooo many other things are going on in addition to this that I’m on more than one type of medication to deal with it all. On the upside, the lawyer text me today. From FRANCE. I was fully expecting not to hear from him at all till he got back, but just over a week in and I haven’t been entirely forgotten . I had an angry few days when I realised how quickly his trip was coming up and how much I was relying on him, but I’m still pretty confident I’m not liking him, in that ‘let’s get married and have babies (even though he can’t)’ kind of way. I am however confused. I would say that I’m missing the nice things he does for me. The dilemma is that I’m not sure that I’m missing him, which sounds terrible. Isn’t the fact that he’s nice and does lovely things the same as him just being him, that’s his personality, that’s who he is? I feel like maybe I just take him for granted, and soak up the luxury of all the baths, coffee’s and breakfasts in beds, and the massaging of all the knots from my neck. But I do like him, I really liked him for a long long time, we all know that! And of course I love spending time with him. And I wish I could do more in return, but I can’t have him over at my house (plus my tv is worth about 1/100th of his and 15 of my stereos would fit into one of his wharf.dale speakers so he wouldn’t wanna come anyways probably!). But I wouldn’t say that I’m missing him right now. Argh. Am I making any sense to anyone? Probably not, so now that I’ve burnt my dinner writing this I’m going to leave my rambling thoughts hanging there and just forget it all for now. He may not even be interested in picking things up where we left off when he gets back anyways.

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. 

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.

Hey! I’m back! At last, it’s been a while, I just haven’t found anything inspiring to write about (not that I’m ever particularly inspiring/inspired!). However, I’ve had a good couple of days. I’ll share once the bitching part of this post has ended. I just arrived home from 3 nights away and found the mail on my bed. Power bill, high, and also included a letter which basically said ‘we advise you to stay on your same plan because we don’t know enough about you’. Thanks for the oh so helpful info. Next up, a new credit card. Issue date: beginning of January. How the heck did it take so long to get to me?! There was no date on the letter (isn’t that like the first rule of letter writing? Write. The. Date.) and the previous card was issued not two weeks before the last one. Plus they said my old card would expire in a couple of weeks. Is that a couple of weeks after the issue date or a couple of weeks from the day the mail arrived?! Cos I’ve been using that card with no problems. WeIrD. I’m ringing them tomoro to say ‘wtf?!’. Then right after that I’m ringing my parents health insurance company. I rang with a simple query, mostly unrelated to my current policy, and gave them my address for some one-off info to be sent. Today I find they have sent me a huge package of information addressed to my Dad. I never said ‘update my details’. I certainly never said ‘update my whole family’s details, even though they live in another city and haven’t moved house in ten years’. *sigh*. How can all three pieces of mail cause me to waste so much time sorting out other people’s BS mistakes?!?! At least it will fill in the morning at work tomorrow!

Now, onto the great weekend. I headed south for work on Friday, turns out it was kind of a waste of time for the organisation because my colleague went early and did almost everything! Nevermind, I got to meet an awesome friend of mine, finally. He’s the one who always sends me stuff and remembers my birthday. You know the one, I sent him some home baking a while back. So N and I went out for dinner and it was like we had met already in the past, cos he was so familiar. We’ve spent heaps of time chatting on msn and the phone, and using webcams, so it was totally cool. Right before he was due to show up I started getting a little nervous and thinking ‘omg, what if I have NOTHING to say?!’. Turns out I couldn’t shut up (thanks to the house sav blanc no doubt!) and I probably told him stuff he’s heard a hundred times before, but he’d listen as if it was the first time. Then he took me to the airport (arrived 15 mins before the plane was due to take off! I was a little panicked lol) and I went to my next destination (home city). Then a little later I was thinking ‘hmm… I’m sure N’s birthday is in March, argh, I hope I haven’t missed it AGAIN!’. Checked on Facebook. Sure enough, 6 March, totally missed it. I’m the worst friend ever! He paid for dinner and everything and I couldn’t even remember to say ‘happy birthday’. I suck. So I emailed him apologising profusely and he said ‘it’s ok, I had some easter eggs in the car that I clean forgot to give you at the airport’. Uh, thanks, but that doesn’t make me feel better!! He bought me dinner AND easter eggs and I didn’t even wish him a late happy birthday…. *sigh*. I’m a disorganised wreck. This is just one example, I also left half of what I needed back here. I had to race out to the gas station first thing Saturday morning (in my mum’s Merc) to buy tampons. See? Disorganised wreck.

Anyhoo, onto home city, and it was so great to catch up with my friend and her kids. I did remember their birthdays and gave one of the girls a cute little handbag (totally regifted from my grandma, it’s cute for 5 yo’s, not 25 yo’s ) and a necklace, then took my friend out to see The Other Boleyn Girl. Was actually pretty well done, with all the costumes and accents and stuff, but not anything to rave about overall. I also bought the kids easter eggs, and when I was passing the lotto kiosk I grabbed a ticket on the way through. Checked it this morning while I was passing by another kiosk with my mum. Turns out I won!!! Not 1st division, I’m far from a millionaire, but a nice little bonus to stash in the bank for a rainy day! Lucky my bank is open on Sunday’s in the mall so I walked 20 metres from the kiosk to the bank and put most of it right into my account. So did a little more shopping than anticipated, and paid for the coffee seeing as I couldn’t very well feign poverty. Made it home tonight, eventually, cursed the mail, wrote this, now I’m off to bed. I’ve got just enough time to get in 8 hours sleep. Night!

Your music sucks. There is no two ways about it. Every single song you listen to is 100% rubbish. Why must you insist on listening to this rubbish so loudly? Night time is quiet time, it’s a time to relax and enjoy some peace. It’s not my problem that you choose to take your English college degree and work in a supermarket at nights. Although, you have never heard of 1984, and I think this says something about your abilities as an English student. I’m quite happy to keep that point open for debate however. What I am not prepared to do is debate the noise level coming from your room. I should not have to ask you every.single.night to please turn your music down because I am going to bed now.

There’s this thing called ‘common sense‘. It’s quite simple really. The term should speak for itself. There’s this other thing called ‘being polite‘ or ‘courteousness‘. Here are some examples in case you were wondering what I mean: In the morning I close the door to the hall before using the coffee grinder so it doesn’t wake you up. I also lock the door when I leave as an overly cautious safety measure. I use my regular toothbrush in the morning when everyone is asleep and the noisy electric one in the evening. It’s the little things that count.

If you are not going to ever put your dishes in the dishwasher, or ever clean the bathroom, or if you continue to insist on filling the freezer to capacity with ice cream (one person does not need 8 different ice cream options, unless they’re in an ice cream shop), can’t you at least use your common sense and be polite when other people are at home and keep your music down?

Seriously, you’re not 13 anymore. Clean your room, do your dishes, clean the bathroom once in a while (you know, the one that you spend more time in than other roommate and myself combined). Learn to be polite. In other words, grow the fuck up already.

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Now playing: Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes
via FoxyTunes

In and out, 45 days, 23 days, 45 days…..and I thought I was indecisive!! make up your mind!! Even I can’t help but comment, and I couldn’t really give a crap about any of these things normally.

On a more serious note…. what do you tell a friend who just found out that her parents 20+ year marriage is a sham and her Dad is gay and both her parents knew this BEFORE they got married? They are splitting up now. Talk about a double blow! Just separating is bad enough, without finding out they were lying for all that time!

I’m no good at all this type of friend stuff. My parents are still in sweet sickly love, pretty sure no one in my family is gay, and if they were I wouldn’t have had to wait 20 years to find out. And it’s not going to be my Dad. No one all that close to me has died. No other major life events have occurred, I have led an overly sheltered life. Which is great. Cept for that when it happens to someone else, I have NO idea what to do or say!!

On a side note…. the boy’s flatmate’s gf told him ‘you better get used to it!‘ as I took advantage of his lap as a resting place for my legs last night. Really not ready for such comments! He better get used to nothing bar the fact that I’m unpredictable. An unpredictable bitch in fact.  On the upside, all his flatmates and their gf’s are really nice and friendly!! NO ONE in this city knows how to drive a car or indicate (almost got hit 6 times in an hour yesterday, among other very annoying incidents). But once you’re inside their homes they’re all very nice apparently. It makes a change from ye olde city where driving is more predictable but my many many many flatmates were all weirdos/freaks/assholes/druggies/bitches/other miscellaneous faults.

What the f*** is wrong with people? people = retailers in this situation. I have been trying ALLLLL day to spend money, and NO ONE wants it!!!

First I go to pay my car rego, they wouldn’t take my Mastercard. The lady was like ‘why don’t you do it for six months?’ and I said ‘if I wanted to do it for six months, I would have ticked the 6 month box, not the 12 month box’. So I did it online when I got home. And I did it for 6 months in the end too. But then they wouldn’t let me have it posted to my house cos I’m not my mum, so I couldn’t change the address. So now it’s going there first, then she’ll send it here. And that’s a big IF they send it. They took my money, but I’m not sure if the car actually got registered, cos of the address changing BS.

I also ordered a graphics card online. They don’t take Mastercard either. They also don’t want me to pay until I have confirmation they have the product in stock. Then I have to pay them as soon as I receive the confirmation email. What if I don’t happen to check my emails that day?! Not likely, seeing as I check 10 times a day…. but it might be one of those odd days where they don’t get checked till late in the evening….

I went to buy a laptop. Got refused credit. Apparently unemployed people don’t earn enough. And suddenly finance companies have ethics. Since when did that happen?! Two months ago I was getting credit without asking for it!! So then I rang my current finance company, and they are refusing me any more money till I completely finish my current HP. How dumb is that?! I could have just got a $5000 loan in the first place and bought a whole ton of shit, but instead I spent $1000 and now they won’t give me another $1000. Fucktards…. so many finance companies are on my personal blacklist. Dumbasses don’t know what they’re missing out on.

So in the end I lay-by’d the laptop.  BTW - how come everyone stil calls them laptops? They are actually notebooks… and have been notebooks longer than they were laptops I think.

Anyway, while I’m waiting for the credit BS to decline, I go to have more charms attached to my bracelet. The lady at the shop is rude as, and when I say I want one moved, she’s all ‘it’s gonna cost more’, like in saying that I was going to change my mind. I said I wanted it moved, SO MOVE IT ALREADY!! Then when she finally sorted her shit out she charged me half what I was expecting to pay anyway.

And also while I was waiting for the credit BS, I went to Starbucks, and these people came in, sat down and started eating their McDonalds. Didn’t order any coffee. They must have known one of the staff though, cos when she fucked up a drink order, she gave the first one to one of these kids. So not only do they eat their shitty McDonalds in Starbucks, they get FREE coffee as well. How rude.

Plus the parking meters in this part of town are less than half the price of the ones in town. Which is just as well, cos I was there for 4 hours.

So you see? ALLLLLL these money making opportunities, and people are just letting them pass by… I think the lesson of the day is not to go to this part of town. Apart from that fact it’s dodgy as hell and the residents are so white trash, you can’t actually do any shopping there, cos no one will take your money.