![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
These Are The Words I Chose
Mar. 18th, 2005 07:53 amFinancially, I'm still a wreck. Going to be playing catch-up for the rest of this month, and by the time April rolls around I might have enough money to do something about my wisdom teeth. I would really like to get an appointment with the town's Free Clinic, but there's only one morning every month that you can make dental appointments, and the phone line is absolutely impossible to get through to that morning. I'll have to take the bus pretty early in the morning and hoof it down there if I want a shot.
Mom's not doing *terribly* well, but better than before. I've agreed to pay off the second mortgage for as long as it takes, which really doesn't put me out of my way that much; it just means I'm going to have to stop buying everything I want. ;) I can really be unmindful about spending, especially when it comes to things like food, so just thinking about what I buy *every* time I'm getting ready to buy it would be a really good way to decrease spending.
We're going to try for a marathon game tonight, because the group is going to change a little after this one. I don't know how close we are to figuring out the big mystery but we're going to give it our best shot at figuring it all out. I do know that we're dealing with ghasts, goblins and hunks of rock being taken by these University wizards for who knows what reason. The Sheriff has been turned into undead; the Miller and the principal sheep farmer for Pomervale have fallen because of what's going on, and the Interim Sheriff probably knows a lot more than what he's saying. But then, fox shifters are just that way. He's gonna have a good talking to.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and my roommates were having a 'discussion' about dishes, which didn't help. I don't mind the discussion, it's the timing. The first thing I hear when I stumble out of my room I'd rather not have to be "Who's been filling up the sink *again*?" No one can remember ever using dishes, but they get dirty. :P And that's not too terribly big a deal; dirty dishes happen when you have an apartment with four people in it. I think what bugs me the most is people passing the buck about it. Every discussion is peppered with "Well, *I* don't leave dishes in the sink." And everyone knows this. So why even have the discussion in the first place? Just do the dishes. No one's going to own up to them, and all the arguing and finger-pointing isn't going to get the dishes done. It seems to me to be a pointless thing to place accountability at someone's feet. We're not going to ever find out who's *really* dirtying dishes without a camera or something, so why try? Dishes need to be done, do them.
I suppose I can't expect people to do dishes that aren't theirs, after all. And I don't expect them to. :) And it sucks that we have the sink fill up with no one taking responsibility for it. It's frustrating that there seems to be someone who just isn't doing their part to keep the apartment clean. (Actually, we all could be doing a lot more to make sure it stays that way, but that's neither here nor there.) But it isn't productive to complain about the mess. Either be content with living in squalor, or clean when it bothers you. Because at this point, it's safe to assume no one else will. No hard feelings about it, but we're not the most organized people in the world. I'm not the shining example of cleanliness and order around here, but I clean things when the dirt bothers me. No complaints, really, unless I'm feeling pretty cheeky about it. <:) Hmmm. The mess and the dishes don't usually bother me, even when I'm cleaning. What bothers me is all the tension and bitching surrounding it. Not to say that there *shouldn't* be tension surrounding it, it's all completely understandable. It really sucks that the only system that seems to work as far as making sure people wash the dishes they dirty is hiding our own silverware and dishes in our rooms. I really hate that system, but that seems to be the only way both sides of the sink aren't going to be spilling over every day. And all of *this* would be moot if we had a *dishwasher* that worked. :P Anyway, I kind of have a stick up my ass about cleaning, so maybe this weekend I'll do some. <:) Prismo and I are already on a date with the freezer this Saturday, so we'll see how that turns out. I think the unexpected rant comes from someone nicking *my* dish from the dishrack about...a month ago. I don't have anything to eat cereal with. :P I would buy more dishes, but I don't have much in the way of disposable income at the moment. Blah. Hopefully, this grumpiness will pass. I love my roommates even still. :) I think I'm going to do my best to stay away from people throughout the day. I need some...non-people time. ;)
Mom's not doing *terribly* well, but better than before. I've agreed to pay off the second mortgage for as long as it takes, which really doesn't put me out of my way that much; it just means I'm going to have to stop buying everything I want. ;) I can really be unmindful about spending, especially when it comes to things like food, so just thinking about what I buy *every* time I'm getting ready to buy it would be a really good way to decrease spending.
We're going to try for a marathon game tonight, because the group is going to change a little after this one. I don't know how close we are to figuring out the big mystery but we're going to give it our best shot at figuring it all out. I do know that we're dealing with ghasts, goblins and hunks of rock being taken by these University wizards for who knows what reason. The Sheriff has been turned into undead; the Miller and the principal sheep farmer for Pomervale have fallen because of what's going on, and the Interim Sheriff probably knows a lot more than what he's saying. But then, fox shifters are just that way. He's gonna have a good talking to.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and my roommates were having a 'discussion' about dishes, which didn't help. I don't mind the discussion, it's the timing. The first thing I hear when I stumble out of my room I'd rather not have to be "Who's been filling up the sink *again*?" No one can remember ever using dishes, but they get dirty. :P And that's not too terribly big a deal; dirty dishes happen when you have an apartment with four people in it. I think what bugs me the most is people passing the buck about it. Every discussion is peppered with "Well, *I* don't leave dishes in the sink." And everyone knows this. So why even have the discussion in the first place? Just do the dishes. No one's going to own up to them, and all the arguing and finger-pointing isn't going to get the dishes done. It seems to me to be a pointless thing to place accountability at someone's feet. We're not going to ever find out who's *really* dirtying dishes without a camera or something, so why try? Dishes need to be done, do them.
I suppose I can't expect people to do dishes that aren't theirs, after all. And I don't expect them to. :) And it sucks that we have the sink fill up with no one taking responsibility for it. It's frustrating that there seems to be someone who just isn't doing their part to keep the apartment clean. (Actually, we all could be doing a lot more to make sure it stays that way, but that's neither here nor there.) But it isn't productive to complain about the mess. Either be content with living in squalor, or clean when it bothers you. Because at this point, it's safe to assume no one else will. No hard feelings about it, but we're not the most organized people in the world. I'm not the shining example of cleanliness and order around here, but I clean things when the dirt bothers me. No complaints, really, unless I'm feeling pretty cheeky about it. <:) Hmmm. The mess and the dishes don't usually bother me, even when I'm cleaning. What bothers me is all the tension and bitching surrounding it. Not to say that there *shouldn't* be tension surrounding it, it's all completely understandable. It really sucks that the only system that seems to work as far as making sure people wash the dishes they dirty is hiding our own silverware and dishes in our rooms. I really hate that system, but that seems to be the only way both sides of the sink aren't going to be spilling over every day. And all of *this* would be moot if we had a *dishwasher* that worked. :P Anyway, I kind of have a stick up my ass about cleaning, so maybe this weekend I'll do some. <:) Prismo and I are already on a date with the freezer this Saturday, so we'll see how that turns out. I think the unexpected rant comes from someone nicking *my* dish from the dishrack about...a month ago. I don't have anything to eat cereal with. :P I would buy more dishes, but I don't have much in the way of disposable income at the moment. Blah. Hopefully, this grumpiness will pass. I love my roommates even still. :) I think I'm going to do my best to stay away from people throughout the day. I need some...non-people time. ;)
