The end is near...

Today (Tuesday night) is my first day back to the apartment since I left Friday morning.  Last week was full of attitude and snapping.  I think I can't hide my unhappiness, therefore he is snapping in response.  So I avoided being home all weekend.  I come home and the same dishes I put in the dishwasher to wash are in there - they haven't been unloaded.  The sink is full of dishes and the toilet seat is all sticky.  And icing on the cake, the MOFO ate the bag of M&Ms that I was saving in the freezer.  I confronted him about it (yes I did) and he said they were his.  Um, no.  They were in my shelf, with the Dove chocolate bar that I also put in there at the same time, that is still in there.  I'm so beyond done I can't even being to tell you.

Well, yes I can.

Today I told the landlord to use the security deposit (all mine) to pay for my final 2 month's rent, and I told him I very well may move out sooner if I find something.  At this point losing a month's worth of rent is well worth the peace of mind of having my own place and sleeping in my own bed every night.  When I'm winding down for the day at work, just the thought of having to come here makes me sad and I wish I could avoid it, yet the thought of packing up for an overnight stay at my sister's is getting old too.  I love to spend time with them, I hate to pack up my life (work stuff, school stuff, overnight stuff, my son's stuff, etc) every other day. 

So... I feel a bit deflated. 

But on the flip side, I already reached out to a realtor about an apartment that I hope to look at soon.  I am planning on getting boxes soon so I can start packing - hopefully this weekend.  The end is near but unfortunately it's not near enough... I will take steps that will get me closer to the end and stay focused so I can stay sane.

At the very MOST I am here for another 62 days... but I know it will be less than that.

Wish me luck... and strength.

Seriously?!?!

Ok so last night (Sunday almost 8pm) I come home after being out since Saturday morning (left before 9am) and Art is home, cooking.  We say our hellos, talk about our weekends, etc.  He goes into his room to read and I go into my room to do school work.  I come out to have a bowl of cereal and I touch my milk and it's a little bit warm.  Ok... odd.  I smell it and it smells a little off, but not BAD, so I figured I'd use it for the last night tonight and then dump it.  The whole time I'm feeling the outside going "why does this not feel really cold???"  So I pour it and before taking a bite I just take some of the milk on the spoon and put it in my mouth.  It's pretty much room temperature.  Um... WTF.  I dump my bowl of cereal and check the setting on the fridge, it seems ok, not really sure what's going on. 

I hover in Art's room and say "I'm not sure if there's something wrong with the fridge..." and he very casually without skipping a beat says "Oh, I came home and the fridge was open.  It must have stayed open all day."

Ok, so either you or your Bart didn't close the fridge all the way before you left for work (he usually leaves before 9), and you didn't notice?  You came home (he gets home usually after 6) and you just shut the door????  AND THEN when I get home, you don't think to mention that my food might be spoiled because it was room temperature for over 9 hours and I may want to either check it or at throw it out to avoid getting sick???

SERIOUSLY?!?!   WTF!!!!  It's things like this that reinforce me not wanting to live with anyone, but more specifically HIM - because it's not only common sense but it's common courtesy and I think he should just continue to live in his little bubble all by himself!  I was SO MAD.

So... milk, yogurt, cheese, eggs, salad dressing... all in the garbage. 

77 days until April 30, 2012! 

Dear CVS...

Unfortunately I was limited to 1000 characters, so I was unable to really write and explain like I wanted to.  Here's what I ended up sending:

I need to tell you about one of your employees from the Cheshire location on Rte. 10 from 2/5/12, between 12:45 & 1pm. All I needed was a pack of napkins. I was waiting in the front for a few minutes while your employee stocked shelves with candy. She saw me eventually, acknowledged me, said she'd be with me in a few minutes. She finished stocking the shelf while I waited. She then walked away & eventually returned. She finally rang me out. As the transaction was finalizing, she started "scratching" her nose enthusiastically. When she handed me the receipt, the one she transferred from her other hand to her "scratching hand", she not only gave me a record of my transaction, she also gave me something extra. Yes, she left a booger on my receipt. I was disgusted but didn't have time to complain in person. I'm not usually picky about my customer service, but I do think when you're hunting for your staff, you should go for the gold. I will spread the word like she spread her mucous. Thanks

Oh, a present!!! For me????

Yesterday afternoon before the pre-movie incident, I had a baby shower to go to.  When I get there my best friend asks if I'll go to CVS to buy her a pack of napkins - of course I will!  So I get to CVS- which is right around the corner- I get the napkins, and then I head to the front. 

There's a lady that is stocking shelves upon shelves with Valentine's Day candy, and I wait there and look around, she eventually sees me after a few minutes and says "I'll be right there."  So she finishes stocking the shelf she was working on, grabs a few extra bags of M&M's and walks away. 

I'm thinking "Hellooooooo, live person here!!!  Where's the customer service?  I'm ONE person waiting to be checked out, and I'm fairly positive those bags of M&M's can wait the 2.5 minutes it will take me to pay for my order and leave." 

So she finally comes back and scans my card, scans the napkins, hits total.  I swipe my card, select credit, end of story.  She asks if I would like a bag.  "No thanks."  As we are waiting the 10 seconds between when the transaction completes and when the register spits out my receipt, she starts scratching her nose.  With the tip of her finger, but it's not a super quick motion.  It's like she's searching the edge of her nostril with the pointer finger of her left hand.

Finally after what seemed like 10 minutes of me watching her scratch her nose, my receipt is ready.  She grabs it with her right hand (whew!) and then transfers it into her left hand (ew!), then hands it to me.

I gingerly grab the receipt by the corner with the tips of my fingers as I'm already moving away from the counter towards the exit.  I'm grabbing it carefully - although I know its just a formality, I mean it's not like there's anything... 

What the ...



Is that a booger on my receipt?!?!?!?!?




Did this lady really just pick her nose in front of me, wipe her booger on my receipt and then proceeded to HAND me the receipt?????

At this point when the realization hits me I'm already outside, where I think I'm in shock, because I look down at the receipt like an idiot.  Finally I drop it from my hands and get to my car, get to the baby shower, where my first stop was the bathroom to wash my hands.

I plan on writing CVS about this incident, just because I want to know how they will reply.  I MAY just let you read the email once it's ready...

He said WHAT?!?!

Ok so last night we were getting along fine, I was in a super good mood, I decided to take a break from studying and go watch a movie with Art.  Before we leave he is hovering in my doorway and I jokingly say "what's up with ALL THIS????" And I make a motion that circles my room - it's currently a mess!  I'm home about half of the week or a bit more, and when I am home I have homework to do or I'm just braindead.  My boy gets tons of papers home from school and those end up on my dresser, and my clean laundry ends up piled on my bench or on a side of my bed.  It's not neat, I know, but put the laundry away and get rid of the papers and my room is in decent shape.  It's not like I have wrappers and pizza boxes lying around.  So I start saying "I clean and I..." and before could finish my thought he interrupts and says "No you don't." 

Me: Um... yes I do.

Art:  No, you don't clean.

Me:  UM... YES, I have cleaned.

Art:  Moving day doesn't count.

Me:  UM... I HAVE cleaned my room many times times and what I was GOING to say was that I clean my room and then a week later it's messy again.

What I SHOULD have said was "Your room is like a jail cell, it has NO furniture... and that is the ONLY thing that you clean!  I might be messy but I shower every day and I don't leave my sticky urine all over the toilet seat - and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that's ever mopped these floors!!!" 

I've only noticed that he ever swept once or twice...seriously the clumps of hair are disgusting and it gets on everything.  But why should I be the ONLY one to clean it - it's not even my dog!!!!!!!!!!!

At least my mess is in just my area and not the common areas... which is where he likes to leave his disgusting unsanitary FILTH.

GRRRRRRRRR  I was so mad last night!




So when we were having the "dating life discussion", he had told me he had a date today.  He joked about bringing her to our place and using my room.  He knows it gets under my skin which is why he says it.  Yes, he can be a real gem. 

So today I randomly text him:  "I know it's been a while so I'll remind you...  Before all dates you must shower, brush your teeth and manscape.  Have fun tonight!" 

If he is going to throw in his little digs then I'm going to start returning them...




84 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Karma is a... how does that saying go?

So when Art and I had first moved in, when we were still buddy buddy, before I started seeing all these negative things, he needed a computer, and I had a desktop in my room.  I was more than willing to let him use my computer in my room - I told him go in whenever he needed, even if I wasn't home. 

Now, because I had moved from a house to a shared apartment, I didn't have room for a desk, so I had my computer oddly set up on a shelf.  We used a tv dinner table for the keyboard and mouse, and we pulled a bench I have in my bedroom over to sit.  It wasn't comfortable, but it worked. 

Well one day I'm there, and I'm in my room reading for school, he is at the computer.  The dog  (we never gave him a name... I still have almost 3 months to write about him... let's call him Fart) comes over and jumps on the bench like it's nothing.  Now... Art knows I'm not a pet person, he knows I don't like the hair and the smell of animals on my clothes and furniture, he knew I didn't like it.  He did nothing, so I pushed Fart off the bench.  The dog jumped right back up so I pushed him right back off.  He had made a comment to the dog like "sorry, she's home" or something like that.  I found it annoying, but figured he got the message that I didn't want Fart on my stuff - and that includes my couches, my bench, my bed. 

Well, a few days later I came home from work and some of the pillows on my made bed seemed disturbed, and the comforter was moved from the corner a bit.  Sure enough, there is a ton of Fart's hairs on my bed - even worse - partially on my pillow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! 

Common courtesy says that you should respect the stuff that isn't yours.  It's fine if you're laid back and casual about everything...  but you know I like and don't like certain things and you're clearly in MY space, in MY room while I'm doing YOU a favor and allowing you to use MY room/computer.

Now shame on me for not speaking up.  As outspoken and opinionated as I can be, if it's going to make for a really uncomfortable situation I avoid confrontation at all cost.  He ended up getting a borrowed laptop from work soon after that, so he didn't need mine anymore - problem solved.

Now that Bart has an actual bed, when I see the dog curled up on Bart's bed, right ON the pillow - that dog that doesn't get bathed very often, whose paws touch who knows what outside, that smells - I can't help but chuckle.  Yes, Bart shouldn't pay for Art being an idiot... but still.  Art sees this and just allows it, only makes him get down when he's trying to read him a story before bed. 

So every time I walk by I can't help but smile on the inside... especially when I think of the nasty little hairs on the tip of Fart's, well, you know... that basically have clotted blood dried on them.  How's that vitamin C working for ya, buddy???  Maybe if Bart gets a funky skin infection, Art should give him some Vitamin C and Cranberry Extract.  I hear that stuff works wonders.

I know, I sound like a horrible person.  But yesterday Bart was getting on my last nerve.  I don't know why, but it was BAD.  It reinforced that I need to get OUT.  When it was bed time he kept making lots of noise while my boy was quiet, and I had given my boy specific instructions to not say a word or he was sleeping in my bed and not with his Best Buddy Bart.  It took every ounce of my self control to not jump into the room and get right into Bart's face and scream "BEEEEEE QUIEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!"  I know he would have ended up in tears and me and Art in a huge fight... that's why I held back. 



Karma... 

I wonder what I'm gonna get for venting via this blog...

....85 long days until April 30, 2012.

A little bit of this and a little bit of that...

My nephew demanded that my next post be funny, but really I've got nothing. I avoid being home, I keep to myself when I am, so there's no big story to share. I'm done tracking someone else's nastiness. Now I'm focusing on me, my upcoming changes this year, and being super positive and open to everything my future has coming my way. Work, school, home, socializing, etc.


Ok first the few updates that I have then on to more serious matters...

Today is the first time Art showers (while I'm here) for months and months... not saying it's the first time he showered since that long ago - but I haven't witnessed it in months. I haven't been home most weekends. We'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

I took the following picture the day after my last post... this is what the dog's pee looked like. He decided to give him vitamin C chewables and cranberry extract to treat his bloody urine. If your son was peeing blood, would you give him vitamin C and cranberry extract to treat it? So... surprise surprise, it "got better" then came back - GASP - really??? And last night he says if it doesn't clear up he is gonna bring him in for a visit. Hmmm... now that he probably has a dead kidney floating around in his body because his infection went untreated... that's probably a good idea to bring him in for a visit.

Last night I finally saw the toothbrush on the charger... first time since he had said that Bart couldn't use it because it needed to be charged... since my last post. How long has it been since that brush has been used?

Now more talking, less venting:

Last night Art decided to ask me about dates I've been on, so we talked about that, and then my lack of dating life.  He said he might be ready to start dating soon, since he's officially divorced now.  I'm thinking "more power to that sad woman that has to deal with THAT..." 

But his talk helped me realize that I really don't get out much.  So it's time to change that.  I'm going to make a conscious effort to get out more so that I have the opportunity to meet new people.  I hope to meet good people through school.  But I guess in this point in my life it's hard because I want something meaningful, not something casual.  I want something with the potential for long term.  And I guess if a guy gets that vibe it might scare him... which means we're in different places in our lives and that's fine.  Art did make me realize there's nothing wrong with me wanting something long term, and that if a guy doesn't like it there's nothing wrong with that, that I'm just meeting the wrong people.  He said he doesn't get how someone that spends some time with me could possibly not want to be with me (unless he doesn't want long term) because I'm quite the catch: "funny, pretty, responsible, you have your act together"

... see what I mean when I say Art's a good guy?  Just not meant to be my roommate.  I think we'll continue to be friends after I move, and we'll still get the boys together, but I just can't live with him.  And there's nothing wrong with that either.  You can't live with everyone, just like not everyone I go out on a date with is going to work out, etc etc etc.  Last night was a good conversation. 

He also already knows I gave my 90 days notice, and he knows he is moving too.  He did try to talk me into staying and even offered to pay more, and of course I said I lived too far from things, I spent so much money on gas, I hated not sleeping in my own bed every night, blah blah blah.  See?  I can use my filter when I need to - you all think I'm all rotten.  All that I said was true, but I didn't tell him that I can't stand living with a dog and all the dog hair, with sticky toilet seats, with slimy bathtubs.  I did, however, say that I missed my own space and with school changes possibly coming up this year I didn't know what was going to happen with my income, etc and that I needed to get my boy into a more long term living situation, and we both knew this wasn't long term.

So we've been open about looking for apartments, talking about possibilities, prices, etc.  So having that freedom to speak openly is nice, and surprisingly we've both been in a good mood and talking a lot more, even about our day to day life - where before we barely talked anymore.

I'm looking at places and seeing some decent possibilities... except it's too soon to look because no landlord will take an apartment off the market for me and not have any rent paid for 3 months... but I figured next month will be a good month to start looking more seriously.  We'll see if there's still good stuff out there.

In the meantime...  86 days until April 30, 2012.  :)