Dish woes
Let me preface this by saying I love my housemates. Cindy and Eunice are wonderful girls and lovely people. However, when living with people, there are always things that get on your nerves.
I went to get a plate to make my sandwich on today, and every single one of my plates was dirty. IN THE CUPBOARD. I... appreciate that they are trying to keep up the house by doing the dishes. And I appreciate that they empty the dish washer. But honestly. The dishwasher is not a complicated piece of machinery. I don't understand why they have such a hard time using it. It's not a rocket ship. But that's fine. You can't get the dishwasher to work correctly fine. But when you open it and see that the dishes AREN'T clean, don't put them away. I mean these plates were filthy. And it's 10 times harder to get a dish clean once it's been run through the dishwasher, did you know that? I'm not sure what's happening in the dishwasher so that these dishes aren't getting clean, but when they come out they're dirty and EXTRA hard to clean. UGH.
Seriously. If you can't do it, just leave the damn dishes there, I'll do it.
So, if you happen to find yourself visiting, just check the dishes before you eat off them. You'll probably have to wash it before you use it.
In other news. Producing sucks all sorts of things and I hate it. Which is sad because I like producing. It's just the class that's killing me.
Had directing this morning which was alright. *shrug* I think my weekend project was brilliant. Everyone else thought it was weird.
Cine, genres, finally turning in the editing homework, sleep, then directing, then it is the weekend, the glorious glorious weekend. I have a shitton of homework, per usual, but I've already decided that I'm taking Saturday off for me. So, there.
Also, lately I've been in a huge funk. Like all of February. I just haven't been... happy. I think I'm finally out of it. *crosses fingers* I hope.
Time to go print homework. Woo.
Dynne
I went to get a plate to make my sandwich on today, and every single one of my plates was dirty. IN THE CUPBOARD. I... appreciate that they are trying to keep up the house by doing the dishes. And I appreciate that they empty the dish washer. But honestly. The dishwasher is not a complicated piece of machinery. I don't understand why they have such a hard time using it. It's not a rocket ship. But that's fine. You can't get the dishwasher to work correctly fine. But when you open it and see that the dishes AREN'T clean, don't put them away. I mean these plates were filthy. And it's 10 times harder to get a dish clean once it's been run through the dishwasher, did you know that? I'm not sure what's happening in the dishwasher so that these dishes aren't getting clean, but when they come out they're dirty and EXTRA hard to clean. UGH.
Seriously. If you can't do it, just leave the damn dishes there, I'll do it.
So, if you happen to find yourself visiting, just check the dishes before you eat off them. You'll probably have to wash it before you use it.
In other news. Producing sucks all sorts of things and I hate it. Which is sad because I like producing. It's just the class that's killing me.
Had directing this morning which was alright. *shrug* I think my weekend project was brilliant. Everyone else thought it was weird.
Cine, genres, finally turning in the editing homework, sleep, then directing, then it is the weekend, the glorious glorious weekend. I have a shitton of homework, per usual, but I've already decided that I'm taking Saturday off for me. So, there.
Also, lately I've been in a huge funk. Like all of February. I just haven't been... happy. I think I'm finally out of it. *crosses fingers* I hope.
Time to go print homework. Woo.
Dynne