Wtf: When a day goes out of its way to be shitty.

[black_sluggard]

Item 1: Fable!Kevin and post-vital!Javi can just quit their whining. Traps are, sadly, necessary, because the alternative is poison.  I don't like poison because of some childhood trauma that has me winding up in paranoid hysterics whenever I know it's in the house (so it's probably a handy thing that my room mate didn't tell me about it, but whatever). But I also don't like poison because you wind up with dead rats rotting in their cubbies somewhere in your kitchen.
Translation: My kitchen smells like something died and has been left to rot in the heat for several days...because something has.

Item 2: In trying to root out a rat carcass last night, my sister pulled the (non-functioning) dishwasher out of the wall. She still hasn't got it put back. That wouldn't be a problem (non-functioning dishwasher being non-functioning) if she hadn't pulled the hose, which apparently still had water running through it. It was only a slow leak, but it required her to shut off the water before going to bed last night. She had a doctor's appointment this morning. I know nothing about plumbing.
Translation: No water in the kitchen means people aren't refilling ice trays because they're too lazy to go to the bathroom for water. There's only water to drink because I (luckily) filled the big cooler in the fridge before things got torn up, but it's only a matter of time before it runs out and lazy people become cranky lazy people.

Item 3: I had my Algebra final today. Figured I had it pretty much in the bag, so I wasted all my time this morning and wandered merrily out the door for the bus...only to realize once on the second bus to get there (I go: bus, train, bus, long walk; long walk, bus, train, bus to get back) that I had forgotten my calculator. I was fretting (stupidly, maybe, but fuck it, I have an A in that class, and I didn't want to lose it. I never get A's...). I wound up asking just about anyone I knew at school if they had a calculator I could borrow. I had someone say "If you ask they'll probably let you use the one on your phone." As if I were overlooking some obvious answer. Because some of us are using phones from the Dark Ages that don't have apps.
Thank God for this chick, Melinda, who sits next to me in that class (who also sat next to me in the English class I screwed myself in last quarter, and generously sold me her book for dirt cheap for my "repeat performance"). She shared the calculator on her smartphone. I shared my notes. That might seem like an uneven trade, but I was about a step and a half away from breaking into tears.
Translation: Algebra disaster averted. Oh, and there was fruit tart in the student lounge. Gotta love an art school with a culinary program. So...minor plus to the day.

So, I get home. The house still reeks of dead rodent. The water is still off in the kitchen. The dishes are piling up (which, they probably would be if the water was running, but now people have an excuse). My dad nearly pitches a rage fit over a housemate allegedly eating "a whole box of crackers" (narrowly averted, thanks to a hasty search, quick thinking and somewhat aged frozen fries) . (But this is a complicated thing, the food politics in my home being a Gordian not of issues and grudges built up over time). I found out my sister had left my laptop on all day. And then at the end of it all, I didn't get a chance to pick up where I left off on Chapter 13 of Black Edelweiss (which had been flowing so well this morning, until I had to leave, and came back this afternoon to find out that the file somehow keeps consistently eating the same line over and over...).

So yeah. All that. It's not the worst day I've ever had. I think "shitty" covers it adequately.

Comments

[dancingdragon3.livejournal.com]

I am so sorry that your house smells like dead rodent. That's horrible. But I'm very glad you found a calculator. That little story almost sent me into a panic! It's like a nightmare.

I hope tomorrow's better for you. :-)

[cyren-2132.livejournal.com]

Well, poo. May your Tuesday be full of only nice things.

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

Damn, that is a tough day. And I empathize. My house drama isn't quite as complicated, but today I came home with a bunch of groceries after my sister blew me off for something we were supposed to do together... to find the kitchen still filled to the brim with dirty dishes, but somehow messier. It looked like something out of a movie. (The living room, too- covered in her crap, dirty dishes, food wrappers, crumbs everywhere, it's a health hazard). I dropped the groceries and literally screamed. It was that or have an aneurism. I've only been driven to primal screaming once before. Urgh. And now my sister is off somewhere having a hissy fit because I'm "using her as a punching bag" because it's inconceivable to her that if I'm yelling at her, maybe she's the one who pissed me off by trashing the apartment I had been keeping clean (after promising not to) and then passively aggressively refusing to pick any of it up. But no. that can't be it, I must be taking out some other angst on her. Grrrrrr.

Solidarity!

[black_sluggard]

Eeesh.

In my case, I'm actually the lazy, slobbish sister. My sister is, after all, the one with an actual clue about the plumbing, and the one who does about 60 percent of shit around the house.

The reason it gets so complicated is that ours is a household of eight adults living communally for various reasons including but not limited to brokeness, relation, obligation and convoluted circumstance. Two of those adults are excused from pitching in due to health reasons, but the other six... I can say that most of the time most of my housemates are okay to live with, but there is one who is consistently not. And then of course, there's those times when, again, most just decide it's misery o'clock and do their best to be total assholes to everyone.

I.e. When they run out of cigarettes. Six nic-fits occurring one on top of the other is not fun. It's like the gender neutral equivalent of hitting their period at the same time. I'm glad I don't smoke so I can just shut myself in my room and wait until it passes...

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

6 people in nicotine withdrawal at one time? Ouch. I'd be building a nuclear bunker ;)