I Guess it's About That Time...

I have really been feeling like I need to blog lately but have been having a difficult time getting inspired to do so. Now that I’ve found other outlets for my twattish (I know that’s not a word either way, but if it was don’t you think it would have two t’s?) ranting and raving that are both stealthier and offer instant gratification the thought of actually blogging isn’t all that attractive anymore. It’s a shame, I guess, I enjoy writing and the more I do it the better it gets (and the foggier my brain isn’t). I guess I’ve reached the point where my readership is just a little too local and the things I want to rant about are a little too close to home. It gets kinda hard to want to vent about Real People when you look at the good ‘ol stat counter and see entry after entry of the same two or three IP’s from town - and they aren’t my mom, sister or aunt. So while I am completely aware that you can’t have a blog and then bitch when people read it, it does get a little weird when you’re essentially writing to someone who’s either a secret admirer or someone who hates you so much they have a sick obsession with you. Or a small audience comprised of both.

Anyways, whatever, let’s not be a blogger hypocrite, right? I’ve been busy, life’s been fucking awesome as usual and we’re making lotsa progress with the crap shack. Our relationship has never been better, we’re more in love than ever and our social life is exactly where I want it. That’s pretty much it in a nutshell. Now, really, why would I care who knows that?

I guess there are a few noteworthy things going on. The biggest being that we are now without a roommate. The extra $$ was nice and all but the blissful silence of an empty house is priceless to us. We were lucky enough to have someone who was, for all intents and purposes, an awesome renter but we discovered pretty quick out of the gate that we just are NOT roommate people. As it turned out I thought I was a better person and a better friend than I actually am. In fact, I am a selfish dick and completely disinterested in the people around me other than my mom, my sister, my nephew and my husband (kidding! There’re a few others too. Like, at least 3 more). I want things my way, I don’t like to share and I just plain don’t give a fuck about peoples’ problems. I am pretty much completely uncompromising. And aside from feeling maybe a tiny spec of guilt I’m pretty much fine with it.

I guess things worked OK right off the bat because it wasn’t really OUR space yet, so it didn’t feel like it was being invaded or encroached upon. Once we finally got all our stuff moved, bought new appliances etc. it started to feel more and more like ours. Once our tenant spent over a month straight at home while he was out of work it really started to feel like our space - that had finally started to feel like ours - wasn’t ‘ours’ enough, or really respected quite enough.

Don’t get me wrong, our tenant wasn’t a bad person, a dick, a real jerk or anything like that. It’s just that if I was the one living in someone’s house and wasn’t working they would come home to washed dishes, clean common areas and things like that. It wasn’t that he was a pig and left the kitchen a disaster or anything like that, but little things started to add up and add up to the point of total frustration. Things like actually washing their own dishes AROUND other dirty dishes in the sink, or drying and putting them away while leaving other dry dishes in the rack. And if they did wash all the dishes or empty the dishwasher they would leave the clean dishes sitting on the stove, or piled on the counter, if they didn’t know where they went. So even though they were home alone all day and had ample time to go through every cupboard in the damn kitchen they, for some unknown reason, pretty much refused to learn where things went. But if they needed something they still managed to find it. After a while it becomes really difficult to not think stuff like that is done on purpose. And even if it isn’t once it’s established it’s out there, you can’t just stop noticing it.

A lot of what made the situation suck is the fact that the other person is totally, completely and absolutely incapable of taking a hint. He also does NOT like to be told what to do. So while I totally admit that I don’t like to ‘talk’ about shit and ‘communicate’ I do give excellent hints. I am not the kind of person who’s going to have a gay little talk with someone over every damn thing and I don’t think anyone should have to. I guess that’s because I am very susceptible to hints myself. Probably because I’m not a man. Also, it gets extra hard to be direct when you meet resistance and get excuses every time you try because they don’t like to be told what to do.

Anyways, let’s just stop this right now before it turns into rant city. Long story short - we tried it, it didn’t work, and we ended it (admittedly, in a slightly clumsy manner) before it completely ruined a friendship. Now we appreciate our home that much more and life is good. And we now have an adorable guest bedroom and bathroom as well as a wonderfully ventilated basement. Happy ending? I think so!

In work news - I fucking hate it here. I enjoy the money, I enjoy maybe 3 co workers on a good day, and that’s about it. This place is beyond fucked and to add to the pile of manure that is [insert workplace name here] we now potentially have a thief in our midst. We’ve had little chunks of money going missing for some time and once we got a proper till it stopped. Then a twenty went missing from my desk drawer. Then $300 dollars went missing between 10 am and 2 pm which means there’s pretty much no doubt that someone who works here is the culprit. As much as I dislike the majority of the people who work here I do have a pretty hard time imagining that any of them would actually steal from here. So it’s quite the mystery. I now have to lock up every scrap of money at night and at lunch time and I’ve even started putting the fundraising chocolate bars in the safe at night. Pretty fucking sad if you ask me.

Well, I guess that’s a sufficient brain dump for the time being. I’m sure my Constant Readers will be thrilled to see something new up when they swing by next time!