last night i tried to stay off the internet so that i could properly go to bed early to get up at 7:30 to go to a 9:30 job interview. i wanted to hit the hay around 11:30. i couldn't sleep until 12. then, at 2:30, my room mate enters stage right. and she bangs her shit around and slams her drawers. and when i get up, she says "oh did i wake you?" YES. yes you fucking did. i'm already anxious because of the interview i do not need anything more to raise my blood pressure keeping me from relaxing. but i get it anyway. because she makes phonecalls. she skypes. but she's whispering. because she knows she woke me up. so i can't be mad at her not trying because she did. then, she's typing. and by typing i mean she must've been slamming her hands on her keyboard cause it was so loud. and i was getting riled up by the loud typing and the anxiety and i was so angry. it's nearly 4am when i decide to plug myself into some instrumental music on my iPod but i can still hear her typing, and i've got a fear of choking myself with my headphone wire. but right around 4am, she finally stops typing/talking/moving/slamming doors. and i sleep. until 5am, when she wakes me up again. this time i fall asleep faster because i'm exhausted. but while i'm asleep, she's in every one of my dreams. I CANNOT ESCAPE. i'm basically working off of a decent amount of sleep, but i'm accustomed to at least 7 hours here.
i've come to this conclusion. i would much rather have someone deliberately pissing me off. someone who is spiting me by making phonecalls at 2:30am than have someone who has no idea that maybe the person who is currently asleep would like the stay asleep. someone who has no sympathy, no empathy, no real sense of other. because she would have no idea that i have a job interview that i want to be well rested for. because she would never think to ask me why i'm asleep.
at any rate, my under eye circles look like two curry puffs (i'm also starving right now.)
so yeah, i really didn't want to complain, and i did take half responsibility, saying that it was my anxiety mixed with my anger. i just wanted to state that i'd rather room with a bitch than with someone who has NO CLUE WHATSOEVER that they're being an inconsiderate booger.
also, about the interview, i got there late. i did call. i got lost. when i got there, the owner still had half a head of foils to do before he could talk to me. so i sat and waited for 15 minutes. my actual interview was maybe 2 minutes. i don't know. i probably did not get the job. i don't really care. cause if i was meant to, then i would. i'm ok with this.
i feel very rant-y today. it's probably my low blood sugar. i'm really hungry.
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