A few days ago I was trying to put the recycling receptacle and the big garbage can away in my garage. It's a tiny little garage so things don't easily slide right in but I can usually manage to shove them where they belong. It was dark, so I couldn't see anything, but I figured there had to be something in my way when the garbage can wouldn't budge after 5 or 6 tries. I decided I would just leave it out and investigate in the morning.
Today, as I was leaving I remembered to take a peek. Where the garbage can usually sits was a moderately sized cardboard box containing: 1 metal spoon, 1 travel coffee mug, 1 cracked Mia Za's cup and one tupperware container. I don't care about anything but the spoon, so I just left everything there and ran the spoon inside to the sink (where a pile of dirty dishes - none mine- sit). I mean, it's just perplexing. Why are these combination of things in a box in the garage? No one goes in the garage but me. How long will they last out there? Oh, they also join a pair of gym shoes, a fleece and once I even found a bag of unopened curtains out there but that was from an old roommate.
So the saga continues.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sharing is Not Caring
I'm actually kind of pissed off, so this isn't going to be a nice post. As if any of these are....
Anyway.
Lately a LOT of my shit has gone missing. Mostly food, but also bathroom products. I don't mind some confrontation but I generally try to let things go or find another solution if a confrontation is going to cause unneeded tension. For example: last year I noticed that my face wash was mysteriously evaporating. I've used the same type of face wash for almost four years so I know how quickly I go through it. All the sudden it was like I was using double the amount I normally do. So I began keeping it in the bathroom cabinent rather than the shower. I figured that my roommate(s) were using it out of convenience. It solved the problem and I was happy.
However, quite a while ago I bought a big case of soap. I don't like sharing my soap. I think that's gross. I kept my bar of a soap in the shower b/c where else was I going to put it? Then when I ran out, a bar mysteriously reappeared! I discovered that my roommate has been using my soap! And replacing it with the soap I bought! So I decided to keep my soap in a soap case. I took the new bar of soap and placed it in a soap case. The next day a new bar (out of my stock!) appeared in the shower! WTF!!?!?! This is all my soap! Buy your own damn soap! But at least now I just use the one from my case so there is a little less ick factor. That does not negate the fact that my roommate is using my soap though!
Also: last week my half gallon of milk was gone in 5 days. I pretty much only use milk for cereal and I only eat cereal 3-4 times a week. Someone definitely used my milk. I can forgive this. If the only thing you are out of is milk, I can understand "borrowing" your roommates. However, whenEVER I've had to do this in the past I have always told my roommate: "Hey, I'm really sorry...I ran out of milk and I used a little of yours. Next time I go to the store I'll grab you some!" I drink organic milk. It is fucking expensive. If I offer to buy my roommate milk to replace the bowl's worth that I used, I buy regular. I have never received any returned milk that has been "borrowed" from me. Or even an offer.
This week I bought a case of Cherry Coke Zero. I drank 3 cans and my friends drank 2. There are exactly 2 cans left in that 12 pack. Jesus.
I buy organic 1/2 and 1/2 for my coffee. I had 3/4 of a carton left when I went out of town on Friday. I now have 1/4 of a carton left. Oh, and I do semi-share coffee with my roommates. However, I have bought the last two bags and I am now keeping my coffee in a secret location. That shit ran out WAY too fast last time. They can buy their own or not have coffee at all.
Okay, so that is why I'm annoyed. Now, for the better off born blonde part.
My roommate's parents live about 4.5 hours away. My roommate's computer is broken. As a student we have free access to IT help. And they are SUPER helpful. I've had them help me numerous times and it's all been easy easy easy and FREE FREE FREE! Today my roommate's dad drove down here to see if he can figure out what's wrong with her computer. He has to work tomorrow morning so he's also driving back today. That is 9 hours in the car!!!! What the hell is he thinking? No wonder she is so helpless! My dad is a computer programmer by trade and so when I've had computer issues I've called him to see if he might know if there's an easy fix. If we couldn't figure it out by phone I lugged my giant-ass desktop into the computer place and THEY FIXED IT. Oh, my parents live an hour away. And double Oh, sometimes I didn't even call my dad and just took the computer into the place anyway. It's called being an adult and solving your problems!
At least maybe her dad will take her grocery shopping while he's here so she'll stop stealing my shit!
Anyway.
Lately a LOT of my shit has gone missing. Mostly food, but also bathroom products. I don't mind some confrontation but I generally try to let things go or find another solution if a confrontation is going to cause unneeded tension. For example: last year I noticed that my face wash was mysteriously evaporating. I've used the same type of face wash for almost four years so I know how quickly I go through it. All the sudden it was like I was using double the amount I normally do. So I began keeping it in the bathroom cabinent rather than the shower. I figured that my roommate(s) were using it out of convenience. It solved the problem and I was happy.
However, quite a while ago I bought a big case of soap. I don't like sharing my soap. I think that's gross. I kept my bar of a soap in the shower b/c where else was I going to put it? Then when I ran out, a bar mysteriously reappeared! I discovered that my roommate has been using my soap! And replacing it with the soap I bought! So I decided to keep my soap in a soap case. I took the new bar of soap and placed it in a soap case. The next day a new bar (out of my stock!) appeared in the shower! WTF!!?!?! This is all my soap! Buy your own damn soap! But at least now I just use the one from my case so there is a little less ick factor. That does not negate the fact that my roommate is using my soap though!
Also: last week my half gallon of milk was gone in 5 days. I pretty much only use milk for cereal and I only eat cereal 3-4 times a week. Someone definitely used my milk. I can forgive this. If the only thing you are out of is milk, I can understand "borrowing" your roommates. However, whenEVER I've had to do this in the past I have always told my roommate: "Hey, I'm really sorry...I ran out of milk and I used a little of yours. Next time I go to the store I'll grab you some!" I drink organic milk. It is fucking expensive. If I offer to buy my roommate milk to replace the bowl's worth that I used, I buy regular. I have never received any returned milk that has been "borrowed" from me. Or even an offer.
This week I bought a case of Cherry Coke Zero. I drank 3 cans and my friends drank 2. There are exactly 2 cans left in that 12 pack. Jesus.
I buy organic 1/2 and 1/2 for my coffee. I had 3/4 of a carton left when I went out of town on Friday. I now have 1/4 of a carton left. Oh, and I do semi-share coffee with my roommates. However, I have bought the last two bags and I am now keeping my coffee in a secret location. That shit ran out WAY too fast last time. They can buy their own or not have coffee at all.
Okay, so that is why I'm annoyed. Now, for the better off born blonde part.
My roommate's parents live about 4.5 hours away. My roommate's computer is broken. As a student we have free access to IT help. And they are SUPER helpful. I've had them help me numerous times and it's all been easy easy easy and FREE FREE FREE! Today my roommate's dad drove down here to see if he can figure out what's wrong with her computer. He has to work tomorrow morning so he's also driving back today. That is 9 hours in the car!!!! What the hell is he thinking? No wonder she is so helpless! My dad is a computer programmer by trade and so when I've had computer issues I've called him to see if he might know if there's an easy fix. If we couldn't figure it out by phone I lugged my giant-ass desktop into the computer place and THEY FIXED IT. Oh, my parents live an hour away. And double Oh, sometimes I didn't even call my dad and just took the computer into the place anyway. It's called being an adult and solving your problems!
At least maybe her dad will take her grocery shopping while he's here so she'll stop stealing my shit!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Corn Will Grow Anywhere
When I was a kid, we fed some old corncobs to the backyard squirrels. Somehow one of these ended up in our sandbox (which we were getting too old to play in anyway) and later in the summer giants stalks of corn started sprouting right out of the sand. Corn is a very hearty plant.
About three weeks ago, my roommate spilled popcorn (uncooked) into the sink we use to dry the dishes. I thought it was gross but when the drying rack is loaded with dishes it's not very convenient to clean, so I let it go for awhile. I've been increasingly irritated that the popcorn kernels were rotting away in the drain but I was refusing to clean it up on principle. The same way I refuse to change the toilet paper roll when I am not the last person to use one up.
Anyway, so today I was putting away the dishes...which gives me another thought...I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who ever puts dishes away because I am always finding them precariously and BADLY stacked. In a perfect world people would wash their dishes and put the previous person's away before they stacked their wet dishes on top, building higher and higher leaning towers of pisa. Instead there are always wet dishes on top of my dry ones which are washed in a certain order for maximum drying potential. Oh, and let's not get started on the stacks of wet bowls or glasses that are right side up... I mean, does it take that much brain power to figure out that glasses stuck inside one other with water pooling in the bottom will NEVER dry? Apparently it takes more brain power than my roommate has... But I digress. This is about popcorn seeds.
So today I was unloading the drying rack. Guess what?!?! There were several stalks of corn GROWING IN MY KITCHEN SINK! It was so incredibly nasty.
The worst part: I don't know how to bring this up to my roommate. Um, hey, you failed to notice that about 30 kernels of popcorn landed in the sink 3 weeks ago. You failed to notice they were rotting. You failed to notice that green fucking shoots were sprouting from our drain! You probably haven't noticed that I've cleaned it all up either, have you?
That would go over well.
About three weeks ago, my roommate spilled popcorn (uncooked) into the sink we use to dry the dishes. I thought it was gross but when the drying rack is loaded with dishes it's not very convenient to clean, so I let it go for awhile. I've been increasingly irritated that the popcorn kernels were rotting away in the drain but I was refusing to clean it up on principle. The same way I refuse to change the toilet paper roll when I am not the last person to use one up.
Anyway, so today I was putting away the dishes...which gives me another thought...I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who ever puts dishes away because I am always finding them precariously and BADLY stacked. In a perfect world people would wash their dishes and put the previous person's away before they stacked their wet dishes on top, building higher and higher leaning towers of pisa. Instead there are always wet dishes on top of my dry ones which are washed in a certain order for maximum drying potential. Oh, and let's not get started on the stacks of wet bowls or glasses that are right side up... I mean, does it take that much brain power to figure out that glasses stuck inside one other with water pooling in the bottom will NEVER dry? Apparently it takes more brain power than my roommate has... But I digress. This is about popcorn seeds.
So today I was unloading the drying rack. Guess what?!?! There were several stalks of corn GROWING IN MY KITCHEN SINK! It was so incredibly nasty.
The worst part: I don't know how to bring this up to my roommate. Um, hey, you failed to notice that about 30 kernels of popcorn landed in the sink 3 weeks ago. You failed to notice they were rotting. You failed to notice that green fucking shoots were sprouting from our drain! You probably haven't noticed that I've cleaned it all up either, have you?
That would go over well.
Friday, November 12, 2010
This is Real Life
I'm not a baby-sitter. I just wanted to make that clear. I'm also not a mom. It's not my job, nor my obligation to hold my roommate's hand through daily life. You wanna wake up 15 minutes before we need to be in the gym? Be my guest. If people are pissed because you walk in late, it is NOT my fault. I consider it to be my friendly duty to make sure you are in fact awake when I leave, but other than that...I'm not dragging you across the street and into the gym.
Just so I'm clear here, my roommate didn't blame me for any of this, but other people are asking me to become her baby-sitter. I did NOT sign up for that shit.
By the way, if I WAS her mom, I'd tell her these things:
1) It's ridiculous that you invited a boy over at 9:30 pm and stayed awake cackling until after I fell asleep with a pillow over my head so I didn't have to listen to you.
2) Don't stay up late if you are already complaining about being exhausted.
3) Swapping saliva (and more!) with every boy you meet may lead to sickness. You are sick, right? Oh yeah.
4) Complaining about your responsibilities (you CHOSE to be a student-athlete) while not doing anything to address the issues is not only annoying, it's a bad character trait. Sometimes your own choices need to be examined before you can lay the blame elsewhere.
5) Life is about working hard and making the right decisions. When you only do one (yes, you work hard), things will probably not work out for you. It's not okay to let everyone pick up the pieces for you. Use your resources and realize that you're an adult. This is real life.
PS: There are clothes laying outside our front porch. I've been keeping track. They've been there for 3 days. It's raining.
Just so I'm clear here, my roommate didn't blame me for any of this, but other people are asking me to become her baby-sitter. I did NOT sign up for that shit.
By the way, if I WAS her mom, I'd tell her these things:
1) It's ridiculous that you invited a boy over at 9:30 pm and stayed awake cackling until after I fell asleep with a pillow over my head so I didn't have to listen to you.
2) Don't stay up late if you are already complaining about being exhausted.
3) Swapping saliva (and more!) with every boy you meet may lead to sickness. You are sick, right? Oh yeah.
4) Complaining about your responsibilities (you CHOSE to be a student-athlete) while not doing anything to address the issues is not only annoying, it's a bad character trait. Sometimes your own choices need to be examined before you can lay the blame elsewhere.
5) Life is about working hard and making the right decisions. When you only do one (yes, you work hard), things will probably not work out for you. It's not okay to let everyone pick up the pieces for you. Use your resources and realize that you're an adult. This is real life.
PS: There are clothes laying outside our front porch. I've been keeping track. They've been there for 3 days. It's raining.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Of Toilets and Dishes
Toilets overflow sometimes. Basically, I think everybody has had to plunge a toilet at some point in their lives. While I normally concentrate on my one roommate, this complaint has to do with both. Neither of them can plunge the toilet!!!!
Yesterday our toilet apparently got clogged (they blamed tailgaters when I know it wasn't them...we all used the toilet between the time the tailgaters left and the following afternoon at 5 pm!!!). Regardless, the toilet was clogged. They spent approximately 30 minutes trying to unclog it. I was at a friend's. When I got a text asking what to do I said use the one in the basement until I got home because I was sure I could unclog it. It's not that hard, right?
Well I didn't get home until 3 hours later and in the meantime they had called our property manager to come fix it. I was annoyed because I hate bugging people for the small things. On top of the fact that they called him out for a clogged toilet....it didn't need to be fixed. Apparently he plunged it once or twice and it was fine. Jesus! It makes me wonder just how they were trying to unclog the toilet in the first place!!!
Also, in regards to housekeeping: we don't have a dishwasher. So all of us handwash all our own dishes. No big deal. I usually end up putting everybody's dishes away because they just keep piling them on top of one another. I don't like to use my incredible engineering skills for this feat. I'd rather save it for things that actually need to be built and not the Leaning Tower of Pots, Pans and Plates. However, I am an excellent dish stacker!!! I go at it with a plan so that I can arrange the dishes so they will dry most efficiently and if they do happen to get knocked over, plastics are ALWAYS on top. Better Off Born Blonde girl does NOT know how to efficiently stack dishes. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen a stack of bowls, right side up, sitting in the drying rack. First, bowls collect water (duh). Second, if they are freaking stacked together they form a vacuum of wetness!!! Double duh!
That's the end of my rant for now. I'm just going to go back to silently seething. At least she makes me feel smart.
Yesterday our toilet apparently got clogged (they blamed tailgaters when I know it wasn't them...we all used the toilet between the time the tailgaters left and the following afternoon at 5 pm!!!). Regardless, the toilet was clogged. They spent approximately 30 minutes trying to unclog it. I was at a friend's. When I got a text asking what to do I said use the one in the basement until I got home because I was sure I could unclog it. It's not that hard, right?
Well I didn't get home until 3 hours later and in the meantime they had called our property manager to come fix it. I was annoyed because I hate bugging people for the small things. On top of the fact that they called him out for a clogged toilet....it didn't need to be fixed. Apparently he plunged it once or twice and it was fine. Jesus! It makes me wonder just how they were trying to unclog the toilet in the first place!!!
Also, in regards to housekeeping: we don't have a dishwasher. So all of us handwash all our own dishes. No big deal. I usually end up putting everybody's dishes away because they just keep piling them on top of one another. I don't like to use my incredible engineering skills for this feat. I'd rather save it for things that actually need to be built and not the Leaning Tower of Pots, Pans and Plates. However, I am an excellent dish stacker!!! I go at it with a plan so that I can arrange the dishes so they will dry most efficiently and if they do happen to get knocked over, plastics are ALWAYS on top. Better Off Born Blonde girl does NOT know how to efficiently stack dishes. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen a stack of bowls, right side up, sitting in the drying rack. First, bowls collect water (duh). Second, if they are freaking stacked together they form a vacuum of wetness!!! Double duh!
That's the end of my rant for now. I'm just going to go back to silently seething. At least she makes me feel smart.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I Keep My Jeans in the Pantry Too!
Once, I found a t-shirt shoved into this little shelf unit that hangs on the back of the door to the basement. I found it funny at first. It stayed there for a few weeks. It was still funny. It stayed there for over a month. It was no longer funny.
First of all, I understand being rushed and realizing you have something in your hands that you need to leave at home on your way out the door. I even understand shoving it somewhere just to get it out of the way until you get back. I don't understand leaving it there for over a month. I don't understand not noticing it for over a month. I don't understand not wondering where the heck it went for over a month.
I ended up strategically "finding" it while she was in the kitchen and asking if it was hers. She laughed. I fake laughed. Kind of like, Hahahahahaha (bitch, please get yo' stuff out of where it doesn't belong)!!!!
Another time my landlord asked me to kind of make sure our basement was looking semi-presentable for the inspector who was coming. We had all let it slide A LOT down there. There were a lot of old laundry detergent bottles and random lost socks. By the way, none of the socks were mine. I pretty much notice when I'm missing a sock because the mate is lonely when I try to put my socks away. Regardless, I ALSO found a bra, underwear and drawstring bag shoved onto this shelf thing. I don't really know why...but I knew they were my roommate's. Don't you notice when you miss stuff like that? Like, Hmm, I wonder where my black bra went. Where could it be? Oh yeah, I shoved it on that random shelf in the basement! I think I'm going to go get it!
When I told her I found it while cleaning up the basement she was like, "Oh yeah! Thanks!" Umm, I was kind of wondering why your shit is always shoved in random locations around our house! Are you stockpiling for when terrorists try to come and steal your clothes? I mean, I just find the random shoving really weird. Anyway....
We keep a box of glass recycling at the bottom of the basement stairs. The rest of our recycling is kept in our kitchen. We don't go through a lot of glass in this house so it makes sense to keep it downstairs and out of the way. Plus I have to take the glass to a separate location for recycling because it can't be put out weekly like plastic/cans/cardboard. ANYWAY, I have told my roommate many, many, many times (subtlety is not my thing) that the glass box is at the bottom of the stairs. She sees it every time she does laundry. There's still a shit-ton of glass bottles collecting under our sink. On principle I refuse to move them to the basement. I'm debating asking her to move them, but if she forgets (and she inevitably will) I will be even more annoyed. No win situation for me. :-(
Right now, I'm blaming her parents. There is absolutely no way her parents just didn't take care of all her "misplacements" for her. I mean, I remember going through this extremely messy stage in high school where my shit just laid all over my parents' house. It didn't last long because my mom reminded me every 5 minutes to put whatever I had left lying about where it belonged. It was annoying, but it worked. And now, my roommates don't find my random sock in the kitchen cupboard. Jesus.
First of all, I understand being rushed and realizing you have something in your hands that you need to leave at home on your way out the door. I even understand shoving it somewhere just to get it out of the way until you get back. I don't understand leaving it there for over a month. I don't understand not noticing it for over a month. I don't understand not wondering where the heck it went for over a month.
I ended up strategically "finding" it while she was in the kitchen and asking if it was hers. She laughed. I fake laughed. Kind of like, Hahahahahaha (bitch, please get yo' stuff out of where it doesn't belong)!!!!
Another time my landlord asked me to kind of make sure our basement was looking semi-presentable for the inspector who was coming. We had all let it slide A LOT down there. There were a lot of old laundry detergent bottles and random lost socks. By the way, none of the socks were mine. I pretty much notice when I'm missing a sock because the mate is lonely when I try to put my socks away. Regardless, I ALSO found a bra, underwear and drawstring bag shoved onto this shelf thing. I don't really know why...but I knew they were my roommate's. Don't you notice when you miss stuff like that? Like, Hmm, I wonder where my black bra went. Where could it be? Oh yeah, I shoved it on that random shelf in the basement! I think I'm going to go get it!
When I told her I found it while cleaning up the basement she was like, "Oh yeah! Thanks!" Umm, I was kind of wondering why your shit is always shoved in random locations around our house! Are you stockpiling for when terrorists try to come and steal your clothes? I mean, I just find the random shoving really weird. Anyway....
We keep a box of glass recycling at the bottom of the basement stairs. The rest of our recycling is kept in our kitchen. We don't go through a lot of glass in this house so it makes sense to keep it downstairs and out of the way. Plus I have to take the glass to a separate location for recycling because it can't be put out weekly like plastic/cans/cardboard. ANYWAY, I have told my roommate many, many, many times (subtlety is not my thing) that the glass box is at the bottom of the stairs. She sees it every time she does laundry. There's still a shit-ton of glass bottles collecting under our sink. On principle I refuse to move them to the basement. I'm debating asking her to move them, but if she forgets (and she inevitably will) I will be even more annoyed. No win situation for me. :-(
Right now, I'm blaming her parents. There is absolutely no way her parents just didn't take care of all her "misplacements" for her. I mean, I remember going through this extremely messy stage in high school where my shit just laid all over my parents' house. It didn't last long because my mom reminded me every 5 minutes to put whatever I had left lying about where it belonged. It was annoying, but it worked. And now, my roommates don't find my random sock in the kitchen cupboard. Jesus.
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