Small things can set me off. Last night my hippie roommate asked me if she could use my laptop while I was at work, and I said sure. I left here at 7:30 and got back at 3:50. That's about eight hours. I would have thought a person could get done what they need to get done in that amount of time.
When I got home she was in my chair, tappin' mah keyz. I was stunned. If it had been ME, I would have jumped up when the laptop owner/room occupant came home and apologized but she just sat there sipping on her wine.
She was camped out on the recliner, her backpack all open, books around, wine glass half full on my end table (dude, I don't even want to think about what would have happened if that wine glass got knocked over onto my end table)... just sitting there dug in like a clam.
She'd changed the lamps to suit her and the blinds. So I took a shower and came back in the room and she was still sitting there! I was all thinking WTF?
So I said "Are you almost done on there?"
And she said she would wrap things up. I don't know if she was drunk, high or both, but she had no intention of moving NOR did she say anything like "sorry, I'll be off in a minute" or "Do you need me to go?"
And that kind of put my back hairs up, way up. So once she got off the damn thing and packed up her shit I felt like I could relax for a moment or two before going off to a meeting.
and when I came home I noticed that Drew had been smoking in the laundry room, which is right next to my bedroom. I put my groceries in that laundry room. I have to walk into a smokey room now, to get my food. or do to Laundry.
Now, the thing is, they only do that when I am not home. Which is better than them doing it when I am home,but I don't want them to do it at all. It makes me want them to be in JAIL, NOW.
Are they gone yet?
I need to call that ad for the apartment in Five Points. These bozos are nice and all but sometimes... I think I really need to be away from southerners. And that's hard to do in the south.
I'm meeting CL#4 for coffee on Wednesday. I have no idea what she is about. it should be interesting. No idea. Her emails divulge nothing.
CL#3 and I are hoping to find something good to watch soon at the Flying Monkey.
UGH I'm so aggro right now. I'm sick of being forced to inhale everyone else's smoke. I get it at work, at the meetings, and now at home.
That will not fly too much longer, I assure you.
EDITED TO ADD: this photo of my boss's trash can. NEED I SAY MORE?
That trash can is always overflowing with ciggie butts and Mtn. Dew bottles. And I think that I should do a painting of it because THAT, my friends, sums up the south
4 comments:
hey. your frustration comes from being stuck? how to unstick yourself? have you contacted the dvr (division of vocational rehabilitation)? you may be eligible for training in a field you like, as long as you can get all the ed in a year or less. worked for me. just wonderin.
the people you're with (work, rmates) don't deserve you. reallive said yesterday to get out--good advice. run, don't walk, away. it's hard but worth it.
our good wishes are with ya. good luck with CL#4!
I just got evaluated by Voc Rehab: waiting for the results. Going back to school this fall. :)
your good news made me smile :) back. what will u do? you seem: pretty, smart, sane, creative, principled, focused, an astute judge of character. yay for sobriety! anger will subside as you do what you love, and let someone love you. maybe cl#50? (must kiss many tadpoles first, sometimes.) best of luck!
from e.e.cummings & a fellow bloggerperson:
http://www.panhala.net/Archive/let_it_go.html
am happy to have de-lurked from anonymity!
I read your comment while at work today and I must say it is the nicest thing that has been said to me in many a long long year.
Thanks.
By the way, it's not about "letting someone love me", I've been ready and able to do that. It's about FINDING someone ABLE to love, someone who KNOWS what LOVE is, what is means, and what it requires.
OH, and I'm hopefully going to be learning something about computers. If you wish to continue this convo, feel free to email me at wheeldogz@gmail.com.
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