Boo That Shit

I would say today was a bad day, but it wasn't all bad... just the last few hours of it SUCKED

stress = suck

annoying, clueless people = suck

here's the deal. if you take out people's laundry from the dryer to put your own in... make sure the laundry is dry. cuz my laundry was really, really wet. and then, instead of walking up the stairs to the living room to tell me so at least i could fold it, or put it back in the dryer, you just left it in the hamper, wet and wrinkling!

I put the laundry in for 70 minutes, which always dries even heavy loads thoroughly, at 9:30pm. At 11, I checked (admittedly a wopping 20 minutes after it should have been done) and it was sitting there in the basket wet. I'm not saying he necessarily took my clothes out early, but despite his "I didn't notice" explanation, only a retard would have missed the sopping wet sweatshirt and sweater, and damp rest of the load. And frankly, when the thin, button down shirt is wet, on a medium-sized load, there's a good chance that load didn't make it the whole 70 minutes.

I'm very very very annoyed. Not to mention fucking Northeastern telling me to move into my apartment on May 31 when classes start May 26. Sometimes, I'm convinced that I'm the only competent person on this planet! How do you not look at an academic calendar??? An academic calendar that's been set for months????? ISN'T IT YOUR JOB TO SCHEDULE THIS SHIT, NORTHEASTERN HOUSING OFFICE? HAVE YOU NOT DONE THIS BEFORE?

UGH

And to top it off, my throat hurts. I'm exhausted and I can't sleep because I'm too angry/stressed/exhausted/hormonal

My fb status about the laundry "incident" says "dorm flashback" but in reality, this is the first time i've ever had to deal with someone that disrespectful. I was right upstairs. he could have easily got me. This isn't like a dorm where you don't know who's clothes it is. Yes, I've taken clothes out before, but those are clothes that were (1) very dry and (2) no one else was in the house at the time and I'm not going to sit around for hours to wait for someone to claim a bunch of towels.

What is doubly annoying is this is technically his house, so what do I do? Run to his parents?? He's 24 and he acts like a fucking child, but I can't judge, it's not my family. I mean, he has a job, but half the time, his parents help him out with it (works for a park, has to lock the lake at night, half the time his dad does it)... Sorry but my parents refused to do my paper route for me when I was tired at age 12... this kid is 24, with no motivation to move out of mommy and daddy's basement and he can't fucking walk upstairs to tell me my laundry is done and/or sopping wet.

UGH UGH UGH

he's also annoying and short. so there