WOW. I messed up.

I thought everything was going to be ok here in the new place but I think I overlooked a few things on my initial visit.
Actually I am thinking that a person should spend a night or two with a new roommate before committing. Turns out my roommate is a bit: I dunno:selfish?
Ah, that's ok. Nothing can get me down lately. I am happy most of the...wait, no, all the time.
Not manic happy, I mean, I get tired and I get short with people: but I'm happy-go-lucky and these new developments don't bother me.
My roommate told me that internet and cable were included in the rent. So: she hooked up a dish tv receiver and put it in my room. But: she won't offer me one of the three remotes she has. So I have to sit at the receiver and push a button until I find something I like on the guide. Or cycle through them all to get to a known channel. Also this receiver has a short. She gave me the bad receiver. Out of four.
The smaller of her two dogs barks at every single thing. Yappy bark. If you let the dogs out of their crates to go outside, they would rather bark then pee. The little one especially stands and barks for a solid hour. Then when you call it inside it remembers to pee.
Well, so... I can't bear to leave those dogs in their crates the whole time their mom is gone so I do let them out. Only to find out:they pee in the kitchen, and man can they pee. Because they are crated for so long, when they get out of the crate they drink copious amounts of water. Then they pee it out on the linoleum. Which explains the bucket and mop at the ready in the corner of the kitchen.
Ok, so...when I get up in the morning the dog barks and wakes HER up. When she comes home at midnight or so, the dog barks and wakes ME up. And actually I've kind of gotten used to it and the dogs don't wake me up so fully as HER yelling at them to shut up. lol
So she had told me that the internet cable was ready to go in my room. All I had to do was go buy a modem. I knew that sounded wrong so I called my sister who called her best friend who works for MEDIACOM. He said NO, a modem won't work if she's already hooked to a modem (she is).
I told her he said I needed a router. She said she didn't want "more shit" on her computer. She said "That won't work for me."
But then we went to Walmart and got a 'splitter' and some ethernet cable. Why a splitter and not a router? Because her cd-rom drive doesn't work and she thought you needed to be able to play the dvd that comes with the routers for it to work. Then she drilled some holes and ran the cable and tried it and it did not work.

So... I asked the internet guy to come help me. He came today. The guy is amazing. He made it work. And I'm on the internet for the first time on my laptop since moving in on Sunday. Granted, there is an ethernet cable running down the hall (I have to put it through the wall sometime tomorrow) but who cares?
I wish I'd paid more attention to the bathroom situation. Well it's ok; but... the faucet fell off two days ago. It had been taped on. Seriously, who puts tape on a bathtub faucet?> TAPE gets wet and then IT DOES NOT STICK. I thought that was universally KNOWN.
D'oh! It looks like I have to go buy a faucet tomorrow. I don't know what the deal is with the landlord's maintenance. Roommate says the repair men suck and she would rather do it herself. So I'll play along and fix what I can.
I simply can't be bothered to be upset. It seems that no matter what happens, I'm happy.
I feel like I'm in an experiment to see what it takes to make me upset. I know that when my bed didn't fit up the stairs and she didn't mention that it might not fit, that was odd. And when she sat and watched tv while I moved all my belongings by myself: that was kind of shitty.
But then she did drill all day running cable and trying to get me internet. I can't figure her out, and I don't think I want to.
*yawn*
I just found a computer desk on Craigslist I think I will get. Then I will look for a computer chair. I am thinking it necessary after all.
I went outside to the back of the yard to look at the storage shed: It's been used as a flop house for homeless drunks. Bits of clothing, mattress, foam rubber pads, sleeping bag, booze bottles, graffitti all over the walls. No door.
Hey guess what I'm going to do? Get all that shit out of there. No more crackheads in there. Sorry.
Anyhow this is a very good exercise for me. I'm learning how to just be myself, still being my good jolly generous self. I won't let some weird roommates get me down, and I'll keep looking for that upbeat, helpful, roomie. I know she's out there. Maybe not, huh? Guess that's why so many people live alone.
*sigh*
For some reason I'm still happier than over at the other place. I think it's being closer to work, closer to stores, closer to the park. I don't feel so far away from everything and the drive to and from work was getting to me. So many stop signs.
OH... and my roommate's dog. CHEWs through its' crate. When we went to Walmart to get the splitter we came home to a dog with its head through the side of the crate!
Bloody puddle with bits of plastic in it on the floor. She had to get the saw and pliers to get the dog out. Apparently it's done it, many times before.



I told her she ought to put a muzzle on the dog and she said she hadn't thought of that. She cant' let them run around the house because they pee at will.
Here is a classic case of someone who has too many pets and doesn't know how to discipline them for shit.
Oh and I forgot the pregnant cat. She's going to let it have kittens then take them to the shelter. I don't understand why she didn't get it fixed. She says money... I say laziness.
But who am I to judge? She's further in life than I was at her age. At least she's not an alcoholic ruining lives all over the place.