Things that suck
Apr. 8th, 2003 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plutherusOh, yeah, I've had a fun night so far.
So, to stay within budget I can't spend any more money until Friday, except for $20.00 on groceries. Which will be enough to get me through the week. I didn't go shopping tonight, and now the store is closed. I'm running low on everything, but I got enough to make a good macaroni-and-cheese dish: Pasta, milk, cream cheese, butter, cheddar, Swiss, and ham. Yum. Cook it up, pour it all onto a plate, promptly trip over the cat (Sybl, of course. Everyone thinks Widad is the evil one just because she's psychotic, but really it's Sybl you have to watch out for. It's always the quiet ones) and drop the plate onto the floor. I stand, staring in stunned horror at this mess of shattered plate and cheesy pasta that would have been dinner as the cat, having skittered to the other side of the room, startled by the noise, stares at me accusingly.
She then tentatively walks over toward this apparent bounty on her floor and begins sniffing at it.
No! BAD Mr. Kitty! That's MY...um... well, would have been my dinner.
So I sweep it up, dump it into the garbage. My last bit of cheese. The last of the milk, the ham, and the pasta. Shit.
Pull the garbage sack out of the can. And, of course, it promptly bursts open, dumping everything on the exact same spot of the kitchen I'd just spent ten minutes cleaning. Fuck.
Clean it all up again, into two separate garbage bags. Take it out to the chute which, of course, is clogged. Because the stupid assholes upstairs cannot figure out that their pizza boxes don't fit down the chute. They fold them in half, and stuff them in the chute, where they promptly unfold and stick. They have been told to stop doing that by just about every resident in the building so far. People have put signs up. People have threatened to sue. People (and I'm not saying who) have pulled the garbage out and dumped it back on their door. They just cannot get the message.
So I get back from walking downstairs to take the garbage out to the bins down there. And, of course, discover that someone has thoughtfully closed the door. And that, since I wasn't planning on going out, I don't have my keys with me. Circle around to the front of the building. Fortunately, only have to wait there a few seconds before another resident enters.
Back inside, and I'm out of food again. I could blow my budget for the week and order something delivered. Or, I could get dressed, go out to the other grocery store and buy stuff there. Or, I could do what I am doing, which is eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for dinner while I whine online about my evening.
So, to stay within budget I can't spend any more money until Friday, except for $20.00 on groceries. Which will be enough to get me through the week. I didn't go shopping tonight, and now the store is closed. I'm running low on everything, but I got enough to make a good macaroni-and-cheese dish: Pasta, milk, cream cheese, butter, cheddar, Swiss, and ham. Yum. Cook it up, pour it all onto a plate, promptly trip over the cat (Sybl, of course. Everyone thinks Widad is the evil one just because she's psychotic, but really it's Sybl you have to watch out for. It's always the quiet ones) and drop the plate onto the floor. I stand, staring in stunned horror at this mess of shattered plate and cheesy pasta that would have been dinner as the cat, having skittered to the other side of the room, startled by the noise, stares at me accusingly.
She then tentatively walks over toward this apparent bounty on her floor and begins sniffing at it.
No! BAD Mr. Kitty! That's MY...um... well, would have been my dinner.
So I sweep it up, dump it into the garbage. My last bit of cheese. The last of the milk, the ham, and the pasta. Shit.
Pull the garbage sack out of the can. And, of course, it promptly bursts open, dumping everything on the exact same spot of the kitchen I'd just spent ten minutes cleaning. Fuck.
Clean it all up again, into two separate garbage bags. Take it out to the chute which, of course, is clogged. Because the stupid assholes upstairs cannot figure out that their pizza boxes don't fit down the chute. They fold them in half, and stuff them in the chute, where they promptly unfold and stick. They have been told to stop doing that by just about every resident in the building so far. People have put signs up. People have threatened to sue. People (and I'm not saying who) have pulled the garbage out and dumped it back on their door. They just cannot get the message.
So I get back from walking downstairs to take the garbage out to the bins down there. And, of course, discover that someone has thoughtfully closed the door. And that, since I wasn't planning on going out, I don't have my keys with me. Circle around to the front of the building. Fortunately, only have to wait there a few seconds before another resident enters.
Back inside, and I'm out of food again. I could blow my budget for the week and order something delivered. Or, I could get dressed, go out to the other grocery store and buy stuff there. Or, I could do what I am doing, which is eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for dinner while I whine online about my evening.
