I KNOW I’M SHOUTING AT YOU, BUT I’M HELPING YOU!

I have been super busy!  Last week was exhausting!  Whew!  I worked just short of 70 hours.  CRAZINESS!  But awesomeness.  Monday, after work, a bunch of us interns went to the Astros-Phillies game.  As the standings go, it was the best team in baseball against one of the worst.  It was actually a good game, too!  It was ten bucks admission and it included a hot dog, bag of chips, and a soda.  A steal for anyone familiar with Yankees games.  The Phillies lost 5-1.  My roommate was not happy, but it was a good time nonetheless. 

 Tuesday involved heavy lifting and a workout like nothing else as we ventured to the grocery store and back.  And walked.  Oh. My.  We live FAR from the store.  I know it only took fifteen minutes to walk there, but wow.  With my two gallons of orange juice that I HAD to get and my powder mix for Tang that will make some ridiculous amount of drinkable beverage alone, I was dying.  Not to mention the essential cookie dough and frosting that I had to get.  My one roommate was astounded by the fact that the tub of cookie dough was not for baking.  When we got home after the arduous trek, we were placing items in the refrigerator when our other roommate inquired as to if I planned on baking cookies.  When I said no, the look of relief that spread across her face was priceless.  The roommate who had initially inquired about the cookie dough was in disbelief.  🙂

 Later that evening, my boss called me to tell me I had to go out to Orlando for that pilot project I had mentioned in a previous post.  Apparently things had gotten pretty crazy and they needed an extra hand.  So I packed up my stuff and after our staff meeting the next day, we were on our way to the airport.  When I got there, we went straight to the hangar and started to work.  I was tired as I barely slept the night before, but it was neat.  We were right there with the plane and everything.  There were many highlights of the trip, my favorite being the fact that I was chilling in a wing of a 757.  Yes, IN a wing.  🙂  Awesomeness!  On Sunday, I also got to do something that I hadn’t had the chance to do since I moved to Houston.  I SLEPT IN!  AHHHH!!!  The wonders sleep can do!  Then some of my Italy peoples came over, so that was nice.  Good times.  Otherwise, it was all work!  Fun, but still a lot of work! 

 I came back the following Tuesday.  It was actually kind of depressing to leave as there was still work to be done, but not much more that I could help out with.  But I wanted to see the testing and everything!  Oh well.  I was just happy I got to go.  Now it’s back to working at the office.  I’ve been doing a lot though and I do enjoy it.  Aside from work, I’ve been lazing about the house since I had the luxury of doing nothing once home.  It gets old quick, but I was happy with being a bum for the time. 

 Which brings me to the roommates.  I think it’s inevitable that seven people living in a three bedroom – actually, I think it’s legitimately two, but anyway – house are going to have their moments.  Mine came last night when I was watching a show on my laptop but in my top bunk around ten o’clock.  My roommate had been getting ready to go to bed and then killed the lights about halfway through the episode.  Then she asked me to dim the screen because it was too bright.  Alright.  I was a little annoyed, but it wasn’t that big of a deal.  I knew I would be overreacting if I got upset over that, so I dimmed the screen.  I don’t know.  I sort of already had the impression that I had done something to piss her off before this because I felt like she had been a bit cold towards me since I had gotten back from Orlando, but I’m also paranoid about random things so I haven’t really dwelled on it. 

 When the episode ended, I still wasn’t able to fall asleep and a good friend had just messaged me on skype, so I put on some of my music and started chatting.  Well.  Apparently, typing is difficult to fall asleep to.  I realize people like to sleep.  I understand that.  I am one of those people.  Sleep is wonderful.  There is no doubt about it.  But when you can’t sleep – or at least when I can’t sleep – I like to watch a show or stare at my computer for a while.  It makes my eyes hurt and therefore, makes me feel tired and eventually helps me fall asleep.  I know that’s probably a terrible method for attempting to fall asleep, but it works for me.  When I’m in my bed.  But my roommate asked me to go somewhere else if I was going to type. 

 Alright.  So now I’m pretty peeved.  But by no means do I want to deprive people from sleep because I wouldn’t want that to be done to me.  I realize I have the upper hand in this because I can usually fall asleep just about anywhere through anything.  But I’m not going to pretend like I wasn’t annoyed.  But I leave.  I go upstairs seething, but whatever.  I’m trying to convince myself that I’m overreacting just a bit, but it’s difficult being that it’s before midnight.  I rant a bit to my friend, but then we move on to more exciting topics.  Not long after, I call it a night.  I go back to bed and try to fall asleep, but my roommate is snoring.  Of course, I have the snide comments to myself about it being difficult to fall asleep to snoring, but I’m trying to be nice.  I drift off into my peaceful slumber eventually. 

 Mumbling.  Now more defined talking.  I blearily open my eyes to faint light coming from the hallway.  I glance at my phone to see it is before 5AM.  4:45AM to be exact!  4:45!  WAY TOO EARLY!  But yes, it is my roommate talking to her boyfriend.  Blegh.  I fall back asleep for a coveted ten minutes if that before there’s more light in our room and clacking.  Yes, clacking.  What the hell is going on?  She is curling her hair.  Yes, now that I can be semi-conscious, she had mentioned that last night, but… WHAT?!  IT’S FIVE AM!  IT IS WAY TOO EARLY TO WAKE UP – AND WAKE OTHER PEOPLE UP – TO BE CURLING YOUR HAIR!  The closet light is on.  Of course.  The regular light is broken.  And the mirror is on the inside of the closet door.  You can’t close the door and sit inside the closet to curl your hair?!?!?  And you need to have the hallway light on for this too?  ARGH! 

 Now I’m mad.  Now I’m ready to snap.  Again, I’m all for sleep.  And when I was disturbing hers, I felt bad.  Guilty enough even to LEAVE MY BED so that she could fall asleep.  And you’re waking me up at five in the morning to curl your hair?  Of course I’m pissed.  For anyone that knows my morning routine (with the exception of Italy people because that was just some weird crap that I would actually take a shower in the morning, but anyway), you know I am not a morning person.  You know that the only reason I find it acceptable to turn on a DIM light is because I need to put my contacts in because I am blind.  Otherwise, there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with the dark.  Seriously.  What do I need to see that well that I need florescent lights when I’m waking up.  But it’s early.  And I KNOW I’m not a morning person, so I try (AND SUCCEEDED!!!) my hardest not to say something because I KNOW it will lead to me getting very mean and some of it is probably not warranted.  Well, maybe it is.  I can’t tell if I’m too biased in this situation or not.  But damn, is it hard to NOT throw back “It’s very hard to sleep through the lights being on and your CURLING IRON!”   GRRR.  But I tell myself I’m being the bigger person. 

 I try to fall asleep for the last forty minutes before I have to get up, but that fails horrendously.  Instead, I message my old roommate.  The one who ALWAYS got up before me and NEVER woke me up!  She is awesome.  Hell, at that moment she was my favoritest person in the world.  Man, how I missed her this morning (well, more than just this morning, but yeah…)! 🙂  It wasn’t that I didn’t mind leaving the room last night.  I did.  There’s no question about it.  But I did leave.  It just really annoyed me that the same courtesy wasn’t extended when the situation was reversed.  Sure, I could have asked her to go somewhere else.  I could have asked her to close the closet door at least.  But let’s be realistic here.  When I DO converse with people before 8AM (and that’s a VERY conservative margin), it doesn’t end well.  I’m just not nice in the morning.  I can live with that.  But if it happens again, I’m hoping the roommate can too because I don’t know if I will be able to contain myself another morning! 

 Normally, I’m not going to say something unless I say it to the person I am referring to.  This rant is one of the first that I have not yet discussed with the person I am ranting about.  SO!  If you are reading this current roomie, I apologize for not saying it in person first, but I just had to get it out in a more collective way because I would NOT have been very nice if I had said something this morning.  And I figure by the time I actually do see you again, all of this will be forgotten and life will have moved on to the next topic I choose to rant about. 

 Hope you fellow stalkers enjoyed my brief update about life and my long and drawn out rant!

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