I’m really pissed off at my housemate this week.
This Thursday I spent the day working at the local office for the National Alliance of the Mentally Ill, setting up their new computers and transferring files between computers, getting everything set so that the office will be able to run with the new machines they just got. Not too hard, but it’s in the top floor of an old church building - so calling the office stuffy and poorly ventilated is a kindly euphemism. (Heaven help those who work there regularly.) Anyways, after I get that done I want nothing more than to go home, drink some ice cold water and crunch, at a rough estimate, about a gallon of ice on top of that.
So, I come home to find that my asshat of a housemate left the sink full of dishes, NO water in the Brita 2 gallon filtration unit in the fridge, and used up all the ice, too. Grumbling mightily, I clean up the pile of dishes sitting in the sink, put away the clean dishes that had been sitting in the drying rack, and fill the water filter, then once the water has filtered, I fill up the ice, too.
I’m not too happy with the asshat, as you can imagine.
Anyways, tonight I just got back from doing my weekly shopping, and decided that I’d treat myself to one of the most addicting bits of junk food known to man: Totino’s Pizza Rolls. So, I unload my week’s groceries, turn on the oven to preheat it, and then get comfortable, to wait for when I can put the Pizza Rolls into the oven and mange.
Instead, when the oven reached about 350 F I hear this loud CRACK followed by some lame hissing, and some steam starting to leak out of the oven door. I open up the oven door and find that my asshole housemate left one of my small Pyrex mixing bowls on the floor of the oven. Apparantly it was put in there to hold water for when he’d cooked some sourdough bread earlier this week. (That’s supposed to make the crust nice and chewey.) And once the bread was done, he left it in there, because it was too hot really to take out. Then he forgot about it. So, this time, when heating it almost touching the heating element of the stove, and without the bowlful of water that had been there to cool the glass, and keep it from uneven heating and thermal expansion, the damned thing just burst like a kicked Jack’O’Lantern. And guess who’s going to have to clean up the mess in the oven?
I wish I could tell him to move out.
Alas, I don’t want to have pack up all my stuff for the second time this year.
(For anyone who’s not gotten it, yet - I live alone )