Saturday, November 27, 2004
The SWS2.1 and Roommate Saga continues...
I arrived home, yesterday morning, after having barely slept in days with just enough time to shut my eyes for fifteen minutes and then get up and leave to be at work by 7.45am.
When I entered my room, all seemed in order other than the random girl on the couch who was eating an orange (my orange) and studying. Presumably, correctly, my roommate's younger sister. I made my introductions and then made my way to my computer, which was closed, as I had turned it off and closed it just before I left more than a day earlier.
And, slap-my-fanny, there were tortilla dregs on my keyboard. Too big to be crumbs, too small to be chips, but just the size of what's left when one has mostly finished off the bags and chooses to hold the bag above one's head and let the remaining slide down and into one's mouth.
Tortilla dregs on my keyboard -- where they'd been sitting for who knows how long -- literally sandwiched between my screen and the keys. The screen, which is easily scratched (luckily it doesn't appear to have been), and is one of the most expensive parts of any laptop. The keys which quickly degrade into uselessness when their underbelly becomes penetrated.
Didn't my roommate and I have a series of talks just weeks ago about how he has no respect for my property? Didn't I tell him he couldn't use any of my belongings anymore with a few enumerated exceptions and without my express permission? Didn't I lay into him when, less than 5 hours later, he in fact used something of mine and failed to put it back in such a way that caused me a headache and to waste time? Didn't I lay into when he did it again the very next day? Haven't I explained to him enough how everything he does only disproves the claims he continues to make that he is a nice, responsible, worthwhile human being? Haven't I been nice enough to overlook the glaring evidence that he has still continued to use my possessions all this time? Is my roommate too stupid to at least hide the evidence? Or, more precisely, not do a half ass job of hiding the evidence (like shutting down my computer and then closing it, as it had been before he did whatever he did with it, but failing to clean up the tortillas[!])?
When his sister leaves, I'm ripping him a new one. And then stuffing it with a bushel of lime flavored Tostitos.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 15:16.
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