roommate issues
please excuse the ranting below, I've had a bad morning.
So, didn't go to bed until 4. Its break, its normal, and I was up to 3 trying to watch Dr Who with friends (in my closed bedroom). Maybe that's what prompted it.
At 9:30 in the morning, I'm woken up to the warblings that is... the music coming from the fourth roommate's room. I try to go back to sleep -- not working. So I open the door, see that Four is in the kitchen, busy cooking. Thinking not to bother her, I then pull her door partway shut, to block out some of the noise. Apparently, big mistake, because she marches up, orders me not to touch her door or anything that is hers, and calls me a bitch. Loudly.
I've gone out of my way to be nice, constantly offering food and such, and reasonable when she gets upset about something. So after going back to my room in shock, I go back out and ask quietly why I'm such a bitch. I get this rant when I'm half asleep, about how we keep on waking her up too, and no, of course she doesn't mean it either (though she's admitted to the RA that she's done it on purpose on at least one occasion). And that we need to stop touching her stuff, and how she has the music on to wake her up in the morning, because it sucks being in a silent place.
Ok. A little bit of information. Our apartment is a fairly long layout. Door, kitchen and living room, then the hallway with bathroooms on the right and four bedrooms on the left. Where is Four's room? All the way at the end, of course. So instead of, oh, I don't know, bringing the music with her to the kitchen, she blares it from her room, door open, so she can hear it clearly from the kitchen.
Meaning ALL of us can hear it more than clearly, since we're nearer to the source.
In any case, I was crying, and probably will continue to cry at various points today. I ... just don't get it. Even Kuri, who was consoling me on the way to her exam, called her fucking crazy.
I think she may be the first person I've ever hated. I think I care too much.
If I didn't have to worry about guilt (of which I have a very large complex), then I'd probably do something to her person or belongings that would bring criminal charges. But I'm a wimp, and not entirely coherent at this point, so I can't even yell at her properly. Sigh.
Dare I type it? I wish more people could see this vindictive bitch side of her (Oh she who claimed to be "A really nice person" when explaining how a situation couldn't be her fault, because of course we were the ones snubbing her. Or, Ash was. Supposedly), and if it could lead to reprimands on her job, all the better. She's a nurse, by the way. Great bedside manner, innit?
So, didn't go to bed until 4. Its break, its normal, and I was up to 3 trying to watch Dr Who with friends (in my closed bedroom). Maybe that's what prompted it.
At 9:30 in the morning, I'm woken up to the warblings that is... the music coming from the fourth roommate's room. I try to go back to sleep -- not working. So I open the door, see that Four is in the kitchen, busy cooking. Thinking not to bother her, I then pull her door partway shut, to block out some of the noise. Apparently, big mistake, because she marches up, orders me not to touch her door or anything that is hers, and calls me a bitch. Loudly.
I've gone out of my way to be nice, constantly offering food and such, and reasonable when she gets upset about something. So after going back to my room in shock, I go back out and ask quietly why I'm such a bitch. I get this rant when I'm half asleep, about how we keep on waking her up too, and no, of course she doesn't mean it either (though she's admitted to the RA that she's done it on purpose on at least one occasion). And that we need to stop touching her stuff, and how she has the music on to wake her up in the morning, because it sucks being in a silent place.
Ok. A little bit of information. Our apartment is a fairly long layout. Door, kitchen and living room, then the hallway with bathroooms on the right and four bedrooms on the left. Where is Four's room? All the way at the end, of course. So instead of, oh, I don't know, bringing the music with her to the kitchen, she blares it from her room, door open, so she can hear it clearly from the kitchen.
Meaning ALL of us can hear it more than clearly, since we're nearer to the source.
In any case, I was crying, and probably will continue to cry at various points today. I ... just don't get it. Even Kuri, who was consoling me on the way to her exam, called her fucking crazy.
I think she may be the first person I've ever hated. I think I care too much.
If I didn't have to worry about guilt (of which I have a very large complex), then I'd probably do something to her person or belongings that would bring criminal charges. But I'm a wimp, and not entirely coherent at this point, so I can't even yell at her properly. Sigh.
Dare I type it? I wish more people could see this vindictive bitch side of her (Oh she who claimed to be "A really nice person" when explaining how a situation couldn't be her fault, because of course we were the ones snubbing her. Or, Ash was. Supposedly), and if it could lead to reprimands on her job, all the better. She's a nurse, by the way. Great bedside manner, innit?