If Blogger were like MySpace (and thank the good Lord it isn't) I would be able to choose a "mood" to go with my blog. Today's would be Livid.
I've been having an emotionally hard time with life in general the past few weeks and today I finally felt like I was having a really good day and things were looking up. I was having lunch in my car (which I've come to enjoy because it's so quiet and peaceful) and I rolled the windows down to soak in some sun. I texted one of my roommates and said, "It smells like spring!" A few minutes later I got a text back that read, "I'm not exactly happy with you."
When I came home and walked in my room, I found the whiteboard on my bed, completely full of her handwriting. Along with a pile of my stuff, which apparently cannot live where it had been living. (It's virtually all of my bathroom stuff and it had been living in a little tote on the back of the toilet.)
On the whiteboard was basically a list of all the things I am doing that are unacceptable. The gist of it was that I'm a slob and if I'm going to ask them to pick anything up, then every damn thing of mine better be picked up, too. In not so nice words.
The 5th thing on the list said (I kid you not), "FIND A WAY TO BE HAPPY!"
Gee, it would be really cool if happiness was just a switch you could flip to On and the world would be a wonderful place. It was ironic to me that she decided to bitch me out on the first day I was actually feeling like the world COULD be a wonderful place.
The PS at the bottom of the board said, "Seriously, work on #5."
Then, I walk into the kitchen and there's ANOTHER note on the whiteboard on the fridge! Basically saying, "Hope you got my other note because, seriously, I am FED UP with you." She went so far as to say (and I quote), "You have no regard for other people's feelings." SHE said that I have no regard for people's feelings! After she wrote me those notes!!!
After I called Steve and screamed into his voicemail (poor guy - I was SO angry), I wrote a nasty note back and basically fired something back about every point she had made. I'd love to move my stuff in the bathroom, if the drawers and cupboards weren't ALREADY full! And it would be great if we could rearrange some kitchen stuff, so why don't you move the light fixtures from the 70's that are being stored in the cupboards. Except I was NOT nice.
One point she did make that was valid is that ever since I moved in I've had boxes and totes stacked against a couple of walls and all over the garage. Ironically (again) it was something I was planning to work on this weekend. Mind you, she has never mentioned one word about me maybe picking stuff up or organizing a little, it was just *BAM* nasty note.
I spent several hours tonight organizing my stuff in the garage and hauling it up to the attic to store. I went to Target and bought several more plastic totes (for way too much money) and filled most of them. I flattened some boxes and stacked others to store way in the back of the attic for when I move again. I came inside and unpacked two boxes that have been living in the hallway. I vacuumed. I did all the dishes (including theirs) and wiped down the counters. I took out the trash.
And she darn well better appreciate it.
Then I tore up the first note I wrote and wrote (a much shorter) one basically kissing up and saying I'll work on the stuff she talked about. And telling her that she REALLY hurt my feelings. She said she hates coming home because I always have something to bitch about and now I don't want to be here because apparently I can't do anything right. And apparently it's HER house and I'm just living in it. I sure don't feel like it's my home anymore.
Diana, will you please move back?
**Side note: I don't usually talk about people like this, but I'm sorry, I had to get it all off my chest.