Extreme Passive-Agression Overcomes Perspective
I know that the title sounds like a headline, but it's really the best I can do. If you really despise venting or passive-agression, then just don't read it.
So...yeah. Things have been what I'd describe as "really good" lately. Everything has been looking up. Besides the ever-present-but-not-really-stressful spectre of school, the most pressing issue in my life has been how to make my LARP better. That's a kind of space I really like to be in. Unfortunately, I haven't really noticed the few incredibly irksome issues that have been creeping up, and now they're kind of exploding on me.
Angus moved out, and it was a good thing from a "survival of sanity" perspective. The move went smoothly on Wednesday, and everything was good. Angus cleared some truly foul dishware out of his room, and said that he'd be around a bit to clean up before he permanently set out on his way.
Then the annoyances started.
-Toiletries disappear - Very strange, no toothpaste or shampoo. I can understand taking the toothpaste if you had your own bottle. But when the roommates have pretty much all buy in to toiletries (and I end up buying virtually ALL the TP & shaving cream), why would you remove it? It seems like taking garbage bags, or dishsoap, or vacuum bags. Either way, it's not a big deal by itself, but it's kind of pokey.
-Dishes - So it's great that the really really gross dishes have finally been recovered from the room, but now it's been two days with them blanketing the kitchen, and the dishes havent gotten themselves clean. I can't stand having my house smell like rotting smoked salmon. But I guess that's not a problem if you can't actually smell it.
-The Room - There are only a few less coins on the floor, and a couple more dirty dishes in it. Nothing else seems to have happened. How does that justify the several hours so-far spent "cleaning" it? Apparently, no cleaning actually happened.
This combination of frustrating things has reached a little breaking point for me. What do I do? Do I live in a cesspit house until things finally get cleaned up, or do I clean it myself? Really, I'm fucked either way. If this apartment smells like this any longer, I swear I'm going to start continually projectile vomiting until it smells better. If I clean it all up, then I just take over someone elses responsibilities with no recourse or consequence.
The answer is really simple, but I'm still screaming on the inside. I'll start cleaning now, until the house is liveable. I'll leave the room till last, and hope that it gets cleaned without my help. And hopefully in the end, I'll only have to resign myself to having gotten partially fucked in the ass.
Humbug.
PS: I promise to wright something positive when I'm done with the bitterness.
Comments
Wright, that sound like wring, writhe, wraith. That's a cool word.
wright (verb) - to put to paper or electronic format bile or vitriolic hate, often accompanied by squeezing the writing implement like a neck the author wishes to strangle
Remember, there's always Shakespeare In Hell.
*throws the horns*
I'm feeling supa creative.
Oh, get the Jrock to help you clean. The Mongoose is gone now, there can't be any reprocussions from his leaving things dirty because he doesn't live there. *shrug* Don't worry niggah, it'll be ok.
I hope I do well on my finals.
I'm stream-of-consciousness man!
Posted by: Kurrs | December 4, 2004 7:25 PM
Trade ya. I'll give you a couple of my professional cleaning hours in exchange for getting to finally be in your dwelling-space and eating some of your soup.
Only problem: I'm booked up till I think Sunday evening.
Posted by: Greenstorm | December 15, 2004 9:58 PM