week 5 : a slow week with needy people

i woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and i think most everyone else that i deal with did too.  this blog includes a lot of venting and some controversial language.  just to warn you.

monday was our day off.  my roommates and i went into mass to do a little shopping.  we left at a normal time.  ate lunch.  came home.  napped.  and then had family dinner.  it was nice, simple, quiet, and away from the people who drive us crazy.  but it is those people who have decided to open their big mouths.  the "woe is me, i deserve all the attention because my daddy raped me as a child, one upper, attention whores".  ok, i don't actually know their story, but i do know that i'm not ok with their attitude.  and no one upstairs is.  so we have since decided to lock the door to keep them out.  and have family dinners and group trips not involving them.  it keeps us sane.  then they start bitching because we have locked the door, that we left early on today and didn't tell them where we were going.  we left around 11am, not exactly early.  and we didn't let them know because they didn't ask.  and if i recall correctly, they did go to the river last day off without letting anyone know, even though the night before they said they would wait until we got back from our errands run.  so bitch, please, do us all a favor, and shut the f*ck up.  here's our biggest problem with these people who live below us:  they have their own tv, their own kitchen, their own living room, their own everything, but they feel they have to come upstairs to use our cooking supplies and our kitchen when there is already 5 of us in there trying to f*cking cook.  they have to come use our living room, and trash it, because we do not feel the need to go drink with them every f*cking night.  they have to come use our tv because theirs isn't as big as ours.  OUR LIVING ROOM IS NOT YOUR PLAYROOM.  it's where we LIVE. it's part of OUR house, where we can just sit on the couch looking at our computers in peace.  but when you come invade our space, we are banished to our rooms because we don't want to hear about you're better than us.  f*cking hell.  luckily one of the people has left.  however, we have the one still here that i cannot stand.  and she tries to be cute and speak in some accent which sounds like 7 different languages combined, and that's when i can't be near her for more than 2.5 minutes.  and we all want to punch her in the vag after that.

tues everyone went to work.  well, everyone but me.  i stayed at home to work on my design for the next show.  it's peaceful and quiet there when everyone is at work, it's a great work environment for me.  but then everyone likes to complain that i'm not at the theatre so i must not be working, i must have taken an extra day off.  no, i haven't.  and remember those days that you came home early last week, yeah, remember how i stayed late.  oh, yeah, that's right.  we're even bitch.  you come home early, i go to work extra late because i stay late.  suck my ass.

today is wednesday.  two shows.  i'm tired of this show.  luckily we close sun night.  i woke up with everyone else, went into work with everyone else, even though i know i'll be here later than everyone.  and today i wanted coffee to start my morning.  but no.  someone who used the coffee maker last time didn't clean it.  when i make coffee for the house, i clean the pot so it can be used the next day.  bitch. 

13 weeks until i don't have to pick up after these slobs.  13 weeks until i don't have to deal with the loud mouth.  13 weeks until i can be in his CLEAN apartment.  13 long and painful weeks.