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Oh god, I so should have just gone to bed when Desperate Housewives finished.
We have been out of dishwasher stuff for about a week. On saturday I washed practically every dish in the house because they'd been piling up in the dishwasher. The kitchen went from grody to lovely and I was happy.
I've been washing everyone else's dishes as they pile up for the past few days, and my second flatmate has been helping. It's nice to all pitch in during these times of hardship. First flatmate (Big Hat No Cattle) comes home and puts her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I ask if she could maybe clean her dishes until we get some stuff, since I washed practically every dish in the house on Saturday and it wasn't fun.
She thinks about it. Then goes, "hmmm, nope."
I'm like, "Come on! It's just a couple of dishes" and she says "Hmmm, nope, I'll just get some cleaner stuff tomorrow." I'm familiar with her concept of time, I know tomorrow never comes with this lady.
I say it's not so hard! She says, hmmm, I just can't be bothered. I made my decision.
I'm not sure exactly what I said then but it got pretty ugly. Something very logical and reasonable no doubt. And she starts telling me how very unreasonable I have become lately, how nobody likes to be around me, how everyone tries to shut up when I walk in the room, how the second flatmate is so scared and distressed by me that she wets herself at night, how offensively I introduced BHNC to one of my friends (She abruptly stuck her head out the door and I said "ooh! flatmate!" and then closely followed this observation by pointing at the toilet.) How absolutely horrified her sister was when I opened the door for her the other day, because I left the door open for BHNC instead of politely greeting sister and asking her in for a cuppa. How apparantly this rudeness extends to her ENTIRE FAMILY because I answered the door to her father once when I was extremely hungover, after he'd rung the buzzer ten times looking for her. How everything I do is so cunningly designed to deliberately hurt and offend everyone she has ever had contact with, and how she can't seriously live with someone like me.
This pleased me a little, because it made me realise she's just a little bit more bewilderingly out of her mind than me. It's always nice to have the upper hand like that.
But anyway, she kept on talking, I left the room. She screamed after me "THIS IS THE WAY YOU ALWAYS DEAL WITH THINGS! YOU ALWAYS WALK AWAY! WALK AWAY!" and I phoned my mother.
I told my mother that I'm a lovely person, that the last time I had anybody say such horrible things about me was in Austria last year, and I don't know how to deal with such meanness. My mother had an interesting theory. She figured that nobody would be so unconcerned about having a thieving cleaner in their house, regardless of how lazy he or she is. She figured that BHNC probably lied about leaving money on my bed to FRAME the cleaner, and by allowing her back into the house get ME so riled up that I would leave.
I don't want to give BHNC credit for being so clever and manipulative, but my mum might be onto something.
And poor Emma. Poor sweet Emma who is in the middle of all this. Who I sat having a lovely chat with this evening completely unaware of the fact that she was wetting herself with anxiety at my very proximity. She obviously hides it well.
So my room is already listed on TradeMe here and I'm now in the market for a new home for the green couches! Oh, and myself!
We have been out of dishwasher stuff for about a week. On saturday I washed practically every dish in the house because they'd been piling up in the dishwasher. The kitchen went from grody to lovely and I was happy.
I've been washing everyone else's dishes as they pile up for the past few days, and my second flatmate has been helping. It's nice to all pitch in during these times of hardship. First flatmate (Big Hat No Cattle) comes home and puts her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I ask if she could maybe clean her dishes until we get some stuff, since I washed practically every dish in the house on Saturday and it wasn't fun.
She thinks about it. Then goes, "hmmm, nope."
I'm like, "Come on! It's just a couple of dishes" and she says "Hmmm, nope, I'll just get some cleaner stuff tomorrow." I'm familiar with her concept of time, I know tomorrow never comes with this lady.
I say it's not so hard! She says, hmmm, I just can't be bothered. I made my decision.
I'm not sure exactly what I said then but it got pretty ugly. Something very logical and reasonable no doubt. And she starts telling me how very unreasonable I have become lately, how nobody likes to be around me, how everyone tries to shut up when I walk in the room, how the second flatmate is so scared and distressed by me that she wets herself at night, how offensively I introduced BHNC to one of my friends (She abruptly stuck her head out the door and I said "ooh! flatmate!" and then closely followed this observation by pointing at the toilet.) How absolutely horrified her sister was when I opened the door for her the other day, because I left the door open for BHNC instead of politely greeting sister and asking her in for a cuppa. How apparantly this rudeness extends to her ENTIRE FAMILY because I answered the door to her father once when I was extremely hungover, after he'd rung the buzzer ten times looking for her. How everything I do is so cunningly designed to deliberately hurt and offend everyone she has ever had contact with, and how she can't seriously live with someone like me.
This pleased me a little, because it made me realise she's just a little bit more bewilderingly out of her mind than me. It's always nice to have the upper hand like that.
But anyway, she kept on talking, I left the room. She screamed after me "THIS IS THE WAY YOU ALWAYS DEAL WITH THINGS! YOU ALWAYS WALK AWAY! WALK AWAY!" and I phoned my mother.
I told my mother that I'm a lovely person, that the last time I had anybody say such horrible things about me was in Austria last year, and I don't know how to deal with such meanness. My mother had an interesting theory. She figured that nobody would be so unconcerned about having a thieving cleaner in their house, regardless of how lazy he or she is. She figured that BHNC probably lied about leaving money on my bed to FRAME the cleaner, and by allowing her back into the house get ME so riled up that I would leave.
I don't want to give BHNC credit for being so clever and manipulative, but my mum might be onto something.
And poor Emma. Poor sweet Emma who is in the middle of all this. Who I sat having a lovely chat with this evening completely unaware of the fact that she was wetting herself with anxiety at my very proximity. She obviously hides it well.
So my room is already listed on TradeMe here and I'm now in the market for a new home for the green couches! Oh, and myself!