Thursday 18 February 2010

A few things are winding me up currently. Well actually, a lot of things are winding me up. My flatmate is the laziest person I've ever had the misfortune to live with. Although that is a gross overstatement of the actual situation, he is pretty lazy and seems intent on doing as little to help with the cleaning of the house as possible. I even went as far as to discuss with him the possibility of getting a cleaner in - he declined, saying we should just share the workload. I stupidly took that to mean that he might do some of the cleaning - evidently this was not his intention and by "share the workload" he meant I could clean the house and he could dirty it shortly after I finish. Not only that, but he's now taken to making little snide comments to me when I leave the house of an evening (I spend a lot of time at Mark's place these days - his TV is bigger and his place stinks less than mine). The other night I said goodbye and he replied, "Yes, that's the main comment you make to me - goodbye." Now I'm sure he thought he was being funny, but what person that is not annoyed about someone leaving would say such a thing? And then that leads on to who the hell does he think he is to be annoyed about how many nights I do or do not spend at my house? I'm reaching a point now where I don't actually want to be at home which is causing me quite a lot of distress.

I forgot to write about this in my previous post - I had a run-in with the most spiteful, mean spirited man I've ever encountered. I was at the petrol station last week, and I'd gone round to the far pumps but then realised that reason no-one else was there was because they were out of order. It just so happened that there was a man finishing at one of the front pumps and there was no-one waiting to pull into the pump, so I waited till he left and then began to reverse in. Just as I started to move backwards, this evil fat man came flying in and pulled in. I motioned to him on his approach that I was moving in there to fill up, and even though we'd made eye contact, he pulled in anyway! I got out of the car and asked him if he was serious (I was so shocked you see, normally profanity would have come flying out my gob but I just could not believe it had happened!) and he simply said, "You should have indicated." to which I replied, "I did! I indicated to you when you made eye contact with me that I was pulling in there!". He was such a fat idiot, I was so annoyed. He seemed so pleased with himself too - as if he'd really just done it to spite me.

Finally the last thing winding me up - today I was walking through Chatswood Station, and I had the mischance of spying a heavily pregnant lady. I have no issue with the fact that she was heavily pregnant. However I do have an issue with her wearing what were clearly her pre-pregnancy clothes. I have absolutely no interest in seeing a massive belly (that to me looks like an alien is residing in it) hanging out the bottom of a t-shirt and a butt crack poking out the top of trousers. If she cannot afford to purchase some suitable attire, how the hell does she expect to have the funds to feed, clothe and generally raise the child? Not only that, but people who are fat are ridiculed for not dressing to their size. Surely the same logic applies to pregnant people?? Perhaps I am a miserable grump (actually, I am certain I am today, given the foulness of my mood) - but I don't force people to look a my flabby belly and I would appreciate the same level of respect to be afforded to me, pregnant women of Chatswood.

- B xx