Monday, October 11, 2010

I eat stress for breakfast...okay lunch and dinner and for a midnight snack...

Because you want a run down of my day:

So this morning I was running late for class and my CLM gives me grief as I'm running out the door about hair dye in the shower which I guess she cleaned sometime between yesterday night and this morning at 8AM...She also informs me there are some other things that she needs to talk to me about but we need to sit down to talk about them. Well me and the unknown and the words 'we need to talk' from anyone and I really don't care who tells me I stress out instantly. So I go to Greek which is stressful enough because almost everyday before I leave I am quite able to feel stupid. Ugh. Well then at 9 I ended up talking to a girl (who I really need to find out here name again...). We ended up talking somehow about Blue Like Jazz and I told her I had started reading Through Painted Desserts (by the same author) and never finished and gave the book back to my friend who lent it to me. So she says I can borrow her's (hoo-rah!). Then Developmental Psych was pretty nice as was my peer group at 11. Then there is my lovely job in the library which I rather enjoy. I am definitely going to miss my conversation with Chantal when she goes on maternity leave...So then when I got off I had dinner at 530. Then we left for listening post group about 6ish and probably got back at 9ish. Then two hours later this meeting with my CLM I have been dreading since 8am this morning happens. She knocks on the door while I am in the middle of typing up my support letter for a class (oodles of fun) and my roommate is sleeping so I go open the door and she reiterates the hair dye issue of this morning. What dye?!? Seriously I can't help clean if I can't see it! And then she mentions this problem with my roommate that my roommate mentioned to me. Wait! Back up! I have a problem with my roommate? Since when? I guess my roommate mentioned to my CLM that she had issues with how not clean I was. So I kindly inform my CLM that this was not addressed to me. Maybe she made a hint and I didn't get it? I am not the hint hint person thank you much.

Dear roommate,
you barely talk to me and barely ever in the room. If you have an issue I won't be able to take a hint from you. AKA please be direct.
Thanks,
your roommate.

Can we rewind please. Lets go back to fall break please when it was just me in my room. No people to stress me out just lovely friends and family on facebook. Oi!

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