she called...i have an interview on friday morning at 10am. i haven't worked in a month...i'm nervous. not really nervous, but irritated. this whole corporate dance bullshit. i did it when i was a manager, and now someone's doing it to me.
'did you get your references? no, well i'm sorry to inform you that we can't accept your application..blah..and how many businesses have you worked at? only retail experience? oh...*snide look down the nose* sorry, you're not what we're looking for.'
fuck. i have no ambition. i don't want a husband or a house or a picket fence or a kid or a job that pulls in 40g's a year. all i want is my little room in madison with my chinchilla and my cat and my roomates (not dan or antigone. fuck them).
speaking of dan, i hate his guts. and the rest of him too. two nights ago, our house started leaking through the ceiling of his room. did he tell anyone? NO. he fucking let it go...didn't even put anything down on the floor. so i wake up the next morning at 7am to the sound of dripping...like a kitchen sink magnified by 20. i go into his room and there's a lake on the fucking floor. motherfucker had just LET IT GO. didn't call the landlord, didn't tell me or nick, just fucking said NOTHING and went to BED. i woke his ass up, told him to clean it up while i went downstairs to call the landlord.
i get downstairs, and it's fucking leaking right through his floor, WARPING my great grandmother's dresser that i was storing there so i could move it back to my parents' house.
PISSED I cleaned up downstairs, put a pot under the water, and called sue the landlady. she called around contracters, but since state of emergency was lifted that morning, they were all busy. i went back upstairs to tell him to clear out his room so people could get to it, and he'd gone back to bed without cleaning ANYTHING up. so i took the blankets off of his bed to put on the floor so it would soak up the water and prevent it from leaking downstairs, woke him up and told him to clear out his room, and he got mad at me because i put his shit on the floor.
he FINALLY got everything done, after i had to check up on him a couple of times to see if everything was done right (i'm not your mother you unintelligent, good for nothing, 34 year old BABY). i called sue to see if there was any progress on the contracters, and she said no, so i started cleaning the WHOLE house. for hours. i clean when i'm mad. it was sparkling last night. now it's dirty and shitty because HE tromped mud all over my vaccumed floor and had his "BUDDIES" over crushing their beer cans over their thick skulls and throwing them all over the place. FUCK YOU DAN...FUCK YOUUUU!
the sooner he gets his ass OUT of my house and on his road of 'self-discovery' (which, by the way, is self-pity, self-gratification, dickishness, and unwillingness to see himself for what he truly is...an incompetant asshole) the better.
*pantpant* hate is not a strong enough word sometimes.
'did you get your references? no, well i'm sorry to inform you that we can't accept your application..blah..and how many businesses have you worked at? only retail experience? oh...*snide look down the nose* sorry, you're not what we're looking for.'
fuck. i have no ambition. i don't want a husband or a house or a picket fence or a kid or a job that pulls in 40g's a year. all i want is my little room in madison with my chinchilla and my cat and my roomates (not dan or antigone. fuck them).
speaking of dan, i hate his guts. and the rest of him too. two nights ago, our house started leaking through the ceiling of his room. did he tell anyone? NO. he fucking let it go...didn't even put anything down on the floor. so i wake up the next morning at 7am to the sound of dripping...like a kitchen sink magnified by 20. i go into his room and there's a lake on the fucking floor. motherfucker had just LET IT GO. didn't call the landlord, didn't tell me or nick, just fucking said NOTHING and went to BED. i woke his ass up, told him to clean it up while i went downstairs to call the landlord.
i get downstairs, and it's fucking leaking right through his floor, WARPING my great grandmother's dresser that i was storing there so i could move it back to my parents' house.
PISSED I cleaned up downstairs, put a pot under the water, and called sue the landlady. she called around contracters, but since state of emergency was lifted that morning, they were all busy. i went back upstairs to tell him to clear out his room so people could get to it, and he'd gone back to bed without cleaning ANYTHING up. so i took the blankets off of his bed to put on the floor so it would soak up the water and prevent it from leaking downstairs, woke him up and told him to clear out his room, and he got mad at me because i put his shit on the floor.
he FINALLY got everything done, after i had to check up on him a couple of times to see if everything was done right (i'm not your mother you unintelligent, good for nothing, 34 year old BABY). i called sue to see if there was any progress on the contracters, and she said no, so i started cleaning the WHOLE house. for hours. i clean when i'm mad. it was sparkling last night. now it's dirty and shitty because HE tromped mud all over my vaccumed floor and had his "BUDDIES" over crushing their beer cans over their thick skulls and throwing them all over the place. FUCK YOU DAN...FUCK YOUUUU!
the sooner he gets his ass OUT of my house and on his road of 'self-discovery' (which, by the way, is self-pity, self-gratification, dickishness, and unwillingness to see himself for what he truly is...an incompetant asshole) the better.
*pantpant* hate is not a strong enough word sometimes.
i am so glad that i live on my own now. hope your day improves
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