I'm one of those people that likes to be the center of attention - but only if I don't have to do anything, and it's not for too long, and it's not too embarassing. Ok, so maybe I don't like it that much :)
So this year I'm only doing low-key stuff, that way when things inevitably turn out not-the-way-I-planned, I won't care! Because it will be so.low.key.!! But I do have to say I was pleasantly met with some unexpected texts, and e-cards from some friends and my new cousin-in-law (love her!!). Which is always nice.
Also, I have a new TV obsession: Weeds! and I just discovered as I was baking my cake that my roomie Dave (who never watches TV), also loves it - so we totes bonded last night. Fun times.
And I want to tell Midwestern Gal - thanks for the memories!
Showing posts with label roommates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roommates. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Roommates!!
Today I feel like venting about roommates….but first; a brief rundown of my qualifications –
In less than 7 years I have lived with over 27 roommates. I have lived with almost every situation imaginable - I have lived alone, with one roommate, two, three, etc. until 5 rommates(That was/is my max). I have lived in the same room with a roommate, shared a bathroom, (i.e. basically lived on top of each other), but I have also have lived at times with my own room and completely different schedules so that we never see each other.
I have lived with all races/sexes including at one point (in paris), being the only person who spoke English and us all having to translate Russian/Japanese/French to have a conversation or to understand a phone message that was left (like in L'Auberge Espagnole)!
So – just to reiterate – I am great roommate, I have years of experience, and I think I have encountered almost every type of living style/personality quirk out there….which is why, one of my current roommates is mystifying me. He is. I am mystified!
My current situation lays out like this, I live with three actor/singer/dancers (I am not one), 2 are gay guys (who aren’t together) and one ia an awesome chica (straight as far as I know). So one of the guys – we’ll call him ‘Craig’ is moving out today. Our rent went up a couple of months ago and he has decided he would rather move to Astoria (where I used to live!) and pay less, than stay. Which is fine I get that, and actually we are all secretly happy because he is a bit difficult to live with. The weird thing is he can totally afford our apt. – he dances in a big Broadway show and is making a good chunk of change- but still he wants out.
What is mystifying me is that he acts all "green"/karmic and as if he has compassion/cares, and then when it comes down to something, he is always about the money. For example, the first day I moved in, Craig was shuffling some boxes into his new room and he asked me if I wanted his little 13" inch TV for my room since he had just gotten a flat-screen. I said “sure!”, I had just thrown my TV out because I too was going to upgrade, but I figured I should wait until I had my furniture placement set before I buy one. So I gladly took it off his hands and have been using it for about 5 months… because now I’m waiting for prices to come down/my paycheck to come up.
Anyways last week he came up and asked me how much I wanted to PAY him for the TV? I kind of stuttered and said that I didn’t need it since I was still going to upgrade soon, and that he could take it back, blah, blah, thanks for letting me use it, etc. - Still, it weighed on me that he expected me to pay for something he had practically thrown at me at one time. So, I very maturely just asked him what the deal was. I explained, I thought he was throwing it out and gave it to me, so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it. He said that no, in fact, he had always expected it back (lucky I didn’t upgrade during his vaycay!), but if I wanted it he was willing to cut a deal (like $20). I again, graciously thanked him but told him he could have it - $20 is way too much to pay for a fischer-price TV.
Meanwhile, yesterday he told Dave (our roommie) that if he wanted to keep the bathroom fixtures that he had installed, Dave would need to pay him (the full price!), before he moved out. Dave declined (because he could care less) and Craig completely stripped down their bathroom of the fixtures. All of this after a heated “pot” debate (the kitchen item not the drug) one night, in which Craig stated he would never buy something for the apartment and ask us all to chip in (rather, he would just pay outright for it). The fallout from the pots being that we ended up using Craig’s cheap Ikea pots (that we hated) over some really nice pots that Dave wanted us all to chip in for – that me and chica wanted. Ironically, Craig is neither taking the pots nor charging us for them – he left a message on the whiteboard last night that we can have them! Yay! Although I’ll probably make him throw them out – I hate when I roommate leaves his trash on move-out day!
Basically he cares until it costs him, and then he wants every red cent he can squeeze from you - and he's a liberal....
Also, while the roommies and I are all reasonably “green” – Craig takes things to a ridiculous level. Dave and I keep spotting the glade plug-in lying around various parts of the apt. (because we had been plugging it in whenever we found it out of the socket). Turns out Craig had been unplugging it to save energy!! -huh??
Too funny.
In less than 7 years I have lived with over 27 roommates. I have lived with almost every situation imaginable - I have lived alone, with one roommate, two, three, etc. until 5 rommates(That was/is my max). I have lived in the same room with a roommate, shared a bathroom, (i.e. basically lived on top of each other), but I have also have lived at times with my own room and completely different schedules so that we never see each other.
I have lived with all races/sexes including at one point (in paris), being the only person who spoke English and us all having to translate Russian/Japanese/French to have a conversation or to understand a phone message that was left (like in L'Auberge Espagnole)!
So – just to reiterate – I am great roommate, I have years of experience, and I think I have encountered almost every type of living style/personality quirk out there….which is why, one of my current roommates is mystifying me. He is. I am mystified!
My current situation lays out like this, I live with three actor/singer/dancers (I am not one), 2 are gay guys (who aren’t together) and one ia an awesome chica (straight as far as I know). So one of the guys – we’ll call him ‘Craig’ is moving out today. Our rent went up a couple of months ago and he has decided he would rather move to Astoria (where I used to live!) and pay less, than stay. Which is fine I get that, and actually we are all secretly happy because he is a bit difficult to live with. The weird thing is he can totally afford our apt. – he dances in a big Broadway show and is making a good chunk of change- but still he wants out.
What is mystifying me is that he acts all "green"/karmic and as if he has compassion/cares, and then when it comes down to something, he is always about the money. For example, the first day I moved in, Craig was shuffling some boxes into his new room and he asked me if I wanted his little 13" inch TV for my room since he had just gotten a flat-screen. I said “sure!”, I had just thrown my TV out because I too was going to upgrade, but I figured I should wait until I had my furniture placement set before I buy one. So I gladly took it off his hands and have been using it for about 5 months… because now I’m waiting for prices to come down/my paycheck to come up.
Anyways last week he came up and asked me how much I wanted to PAY him for the TV? I kind of stuttered and said that I didn’t need it since I was still going to upgrade soon, and that he could take it back, blah, blah, thanks for letting me use it, etc. - Still, it weighed on me that he expected me to pay for something he had practically thrown at me at one time. So, I very maturely just asked him what the deal was. I explained, I thought he was throwing it out and gave it to me, so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it. He said that no, in fact, he had always expected it back (lucky I didn’t upgrade during his vaycay!), but if I wanted it he was willing to cut a deal (like $20). I again, graciously thanked him but told him he could have it - $20 is way too much to pay for a fischer-price TV.
Meanwhile, yesterday he told Dave (our roommie) that if he wanted to keep the bathroom fixtures that he had installed, Dave would need to pay him (the full price!), before he moved out. Dave declined (because he could care less) and Craig completely stripped down their bathroom of the fixtures. All of this after a heated “pot” debate (the kitchen item not the drug) one night, in which Craig stated he would never buy something for the apartment and ask us all to chip in (rather, he would just pay outright for it). The fallout from the pots being that we ended up using Craig’s cheap Ikea pots (that we hated) over some really nice pots that Dave wanted us all to chip in for – that me and chica wanted. Ironically, Craig is neither taking the pots nor charging us for them – he left a message on the whiteboard last night that we can have them! Yay! Although I’ll probably make him throw them out – I hate when I roommate leaves his trash on move-out day!
Basically he cares until it costs him, and then he wants every red cent he can squeeze from you - and he's a liberal....
Also, while the roommies and I are all reasonably “green” – Craig takes things to a ridiculous level. Dave and I keep spotting the glade plug-in lying around various parts of the apt. (because we had been plugging it in whenever we found it out of the socket). Turns out Craig had been unplugging it to save energy!! -huh??
Too funny.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Myspace Drama (?) Part One
I’m not even sure I should call it that since I don’t know if my friend knows what she did (she is a little Myspace illiterate). But here goes anyways. Last week as I was browsing through some of my friends Myspace pages I noticed that A had removed me from her top friends. Like I said, I don't know if this means anything because I think she just adjusted the number of her top friends (from 16 to 9) and I was pushed out due to that. However for the sake of comprehension, let's have a little backstory shall we?
To start at the beginning; this girl(A), has been my bff since we were placed as random roommates for our Freshman year in college. Well, we liked living together sooo much that we lived together Sophomore year too. And we’ve been Best Friends ever since….kind of.
The wierd thing about us is that whenever we aren’t living together and each of us gets really busy, we kind of disappear off each other’s radars – which usually I’m fine with (Although I do miss her when that happens). I’m just not really one of those girls who can call another girl on the phone and chat about my day – unless something huge happened of course. But it usually doesn’t, and so when friends call me to “chat” I get really awkward and bored and try to think of a reason to get off the phone. So anyways that’s how me and A are – BUT I always expect a bff to respond to a “distress signal” – similar to the bat signal – it means you have to get going and help thecitizens of Gotham friend in need ASAP. That is my one requirement of any bff, nay, friend.
And so 5 years later, when A called me from NYC and told me she would be moving shortly to Williamsburg and would have an extra room…I jumped. She asked me to move in and it was great, well not great, but I was in New York and things were just beginning! Unfortunately our friendship didn’t blossom under this new roof. We had completely different schedules (she was a waitress at Nobu which meant late nights) and I was actually unemployed/looking (which is never fun). So we barely saw each other, and when we did, it was always us going out with her friends (because I had none up here yet). And there were other obstacles too, we were living with a backstabbing third roommate determined to make A drop me and be her best friend, (WTF?!) a newish boyfriend (whom she now lives with), and a very adorable dog, whom she would often leave at home for the weekend and expect me to take care of, which I always did(what else could I do?!). But I wasn’t very happy, we ended up only living in Billyburg (blech!) for about three months due to steep rent and parted ways. When it came time to move, things got rocky.....
More to follow
To start at the beginning; this girl(A), has been my bff since we were placed as random roommates for our Freshman year in college. Well, we liked living together sooo much that we lived together Sophomore year too. And we’ve been Best Friends ever since….kind of.
The wierd thing about us is that whenever we aren’t living together and each of us gets really busy, we kind of disappear off each other’s radars – which usually I’m fine with (Although I do miss her when that happens). I’m just not really one of those girls who can call another girl on the phone and chat about my day – unless something huge happened of course. But it usually doesn’t, and so when friends call me to “chat” I get really awkward and bored and try to think of a reason to get off the phone. So anyways that’s how me and A are – BUT I always expect a bff to respond to a “distress signal” – similar to the bat signal – it means you have to get going and help the
And so 5 years later, when A called me from NYC and told me she would be moving shortly to Williamsburg and would have an extra room…I jumped. She asked me to move in and it was great, well not great, but I was in New York and things were just beginning! Unfortunately our friendship didn’t blossom under this new roof. We had completely different schedules (she was a waitress at Nobu which meant late nights) and I was actually unemployed/looking (which is never fun). So we barely saw each other, and when we did, it was always us going out with her friends (because I had none up here yet). And there were other obstacles too, we were living with a backstabbing third roommate determined to make A drop me and be her best friend, (WTF?!) a newish boyfriend (whom she now lives with), and a very adorable dog, whom she would often leave at home for the weekend and expect me to take care of, which I always did(what else could I do?!). But I wasn’t very happy, we ended up only living in Billyburg (blech!) for about three months due to steep rent and parted ways. When it came time to move, things got rocky.....
More to follow
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