I want to be clever.
19 June 2002 21:54![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
juldeaWell, once again I'm in Brockton, my clothing and bedsheets in various stages of cleanliness. Jason's parents are wonderful for letting me do my laundry here for no fee. Considering their washer and dryer are larger than those at the apartment, and the apartment ones cost $1.25 and $1.00 each, respectively. Whether or not the price in gas is comparible has yet to be determined.
I feel wordy... I feel like spitting out some witty prose that will leave everyone breathless. I'm not sure I have it in me, though. I figure I will just type about a few recent happenings (I'll try to keep it short) and see what happens.
The great hair escapades of the weekend fizzled halfway through with the discovery that my hair just does not want to be bleached. The job was simple: bleach the ends, then dye green. [Once fall rolls around, if I need to have normal-colored hair for any reason, I can chop off the ends for short hair again] Well, one bleach job left me with orange tips. I threw caution to the wind and tried another, and have now achieved a nice gold color. Not wanting my hair to melt off my head, I stopped at that point and am using good thick conditioners. Jason and Adriana both think my hair looks very neat at the moment, so I'm not too upset over the disruption of my plans. Maybe in another week or so I will try one more application of bleach in attempts to get light blonde. Supposedly it's very risky to put blue or green dye on hair that is not extremely light; it comes out looking dingy and dirty, which I definitely don't want.
Oh, I have Raw Gorgeous Green dye, found at your local Hot Topic.
A personality storm of disasterous proportions seems to have been dissipated by the masterful persuasion of my wonderful roommate.
As you all know, all of the PCA checks from the past month were late and several people were having money problems. Also known information to you, I was at Jason's this weekend, not at the apartment. Well, I happened to have the only mail key to the said apartment - I had forgotten to leave it in Adriana's care. Therefore, the mail that arrived on Saturday - the paychecks - didn't get picked up until Monday. Actually, they could've arrived on Monday, there's no way to know.
Well, on Monday morning before I arrived, Bernice called Adriana and wanted to know if the checks were there. Adriana said that she didn't have them in her hands, but that she was sure they would be there later and Bernice could come get hers (Bernice claims that she was told at this time to come on Tuesday for the check, but there's no way to confirm or deny this). Bernice does not come on Monday to get the check.
On Tuesday morning Adriana calls my cell phone to wake me up to ask me to bring things with me to work - which was a good thing, because I had forgotten I had to go to work that day in the first place. Half asleep, I get instructions to bring Adriana's lunch and headstick and to drop off Bernice's check at the front desk of the apartment building. Adriana called Bernice right after this and B. said she would head immediately there to get the check. Well, an hour and a half later I get to work. Adriana asks me if I dropped off the check, and I smack myself. It was the only thing I forgot. She mentions calling Bernice, but then says that it is too late and she would have already left and actually made it there by now, so maybe she got the key to the apartment and got her check.
Not so lucky for us... A little while later, Bernice calls. I answer the cell phone as Adriana's headset wasn't on her head yet. She says, "You didn't leave the check downstairs," and I say, in my most seriously apologetic voice (because I WAS sorry), "Yes, I forgot, I'm SO sorry." I then proceed to get REAMED up and down about how it's "not funny" and she doesn't want me touching her checks or timesheets anymore. She asks to talk to Adriana, so I put the phone over near her ear. I hear Bernice ranting and raving about what a horrible person I am for several minutes while Adriana's, "Wait, just listen..." protests are drowned out. Following was about 15 minutes of conversation of Adriana attempting to get across to Bernice that it was a simple mistake and that I have no desire to "get" Bernice. I offer to drive Bernice's check to her that very afternoon and apparently Adriana is told again that Bernice doesn't want my nasty hands touching her check.
At this point I'm just wide-eyed in amazement. I understand her feeling very upset about not getting her check, I mean, we all had to wait for them. But I didn't do anything on purpose to keep her money from her, and I considered her the nicest of the PCAs until that point.
Adriana also asked her if she was still at the apartment building, because we could just talk to the front desk person and have them give her the key. Of course, she's back home instead. So actually there were a couple things SHE could've done (come on Monday, and call us from the apartment on Tuesday) that could've expediated things, but she doesn't think about that.
Adriana finally gets off the phone with her, and we just sigh and discuss how she'll probably get over it with a few hours. Adriana says that B. will be coming by later that night to pick up the check, and I say that I'll just hide in my room until I'm sure she's not going to try and beat me up.
Well, I do spend that night in my room, but Bernice showed up during the 2 minutes I was in the bathroom. By the time I was washing my hands, she was loudly telling Adriana in the hall that it was rude and disrespectful of me to "take" the mail key when I went off for the weekend and make everyone wait for their checks, and to not drive back up to the city (an hour+ drive) to drop off the key so they could check the mail (it didn't occur to her that I didn't have my paycheck yet either and couldn't afford that gas), and continued on her rampage of how I'm out to get her and purposefully didn't put her check where she could get it, etc.
At this time, I'm no longer feeling sheepish-hidey-wide-eyed. I'm starting to get mad. I did a simple excusable thing and this girl is attacking me personally because of it, and making Adriana's life difficult because of it. However, I didn't leave the bathroom until she left the apartment, and I just sulked and griped to Adriana about it all night long. Adriana was just as pissed at her as I was.
Another amusing thing is that the checks were dated for TODAY, anyway. No matter when she got them, the bank wouldn't process them until today. Sheesh.
Oh, and she has no leverage with any "I have to wait for my check and you don't" whines, since I have to MAIL my check to the bank and wait for it to process. Hopefully my direct deposit will go through by next time.
ANYWAY, Bernice comes over this morning because it's her time with Adriana. I sleep most of the day away and soon after I wake up, I leave for Jason's. I heard a little bit of, "Not everyone is out to get you..." from Adriana's room while puttering around, but I didn't bother them much.
Adriana messages Jason later this afternoon to say that she calmed Bernice down and had a nice chat with her and convinced her that I'm not out to get her. Bernice has a loose grip on honesty sometimes, too, and Adriana confronted her about that. Anyway, things should be better, and supposedly Bernice might even apologize to me. I don't actually care about that as much as I care about her not making life difficult for me or Adri.
So that's hopefully cleared up... But it caused me a lot of anguish and headaches and screaming for a bit. *sigh*
I feel wordy... I feel like spitting out some witty prose that will leave everyone breathless. I'm not sure I have it in me, though. I figure I will just type about a few recent happenings (I'll try to keep it short) and see what happens.
The great hair escapades of the weekend fizzled halfway through with the discovery that my hair just does not want to be bleached. The job was simple: bleach the ends, then dye green. [Once fall rolls around, if I need to have normal-colored hair for any reason, I can chop off the ends for short hair again] Well, one bleach job left me with orange tips. I threw caution to the wind and tried another, and have now achieved a nice gold color. Not wanting my hair to melt off my head, I stopped at that point and am using good thick conditioners. Jason and Adriana both think my hair looks very neat at the moment, so I'm not too upset over the disruption of my plans. Maybe in another week or so I will try one more application of bleach in attempts to get light blonde. Supposedly it's very risky to put blue or green dye on hair that is not extremely light; it comes out looking dingy and dirty, which I definitely don't want.
Oh, I have Raw Gorgeous Green dye, found at your local Hot Topic.
A personality storm of disasterous proportions seems to have been dissipated by the masterful persuasion of my wonderful roommate.
As you all know, all of the PCA checks from the past month were late and several people were having money problems. Also known information to you, I was at Jason's this weekend, not at the apartment. Well, I happened to have the only mail key to the said apartment - I had forgotten to leave it in Adriana's care. Therefore, the mail that arrived on Saturday - the paychecks - didn't get picked up until Monday. Actually, they could've arrived on Monday, there's no way to know.
Well, on Monday morning before I arrived, Bernice called Adriana and wanted to know if the checks were there. Adriana said that she didn't have them in her hands, but that she was sure they would be there later and Bernice could come get hers (Bernice claims that she was told at this time to come on Tuesday for the check, but there's no way to confirm or deny this). Bernice does not come on Monday to get the check.
On Tuesday morning Adriana calls my cell phone to wake me up to ask me to bring things with me to work - which was a good thing, because I had forgotten I had to go to work that day in the first place. Half asleep, I get instructions to bring Adriana's lunch and headstick and to drop off Bernice's check at the front desk of the apartment building. Adriana called Bernice right after this and B. said she would head immediately there to get the check. Well, an hour and a half later I get to work. Adriana asks me if I dropped off the check, and I smack myself. It was the only thing I forgot. She mentions calling Bernice, but then says that it is too late and she would have already left and actually made it there by now, so maybe she got the key to the apartment and got her check.
Not so lucky for us... A little while later, Bernice calls. I answer the cell phone as Adriana's headset wasn't on her head yet. She says, "You didn't leave the check downstairs," and I say, in my most seriously apologetic voice (because I WAS sorry), "Yes, I forgot, I'm SO sorry." I then proceed to get REAMED up and down about how it's "not funny" and she doesn't want me touching her checks or timesheets anymore. She asks to talk to Adriana, so I put the phone over near her ear. I hear Bernice ranting and raving about what a horrible person I am for several minutes while Adriana's, "Wait, just listen..." protests are drowned out. Following was about 15 minutes of conversation of Adriana attempting to get across to Bernice that it was a simple mistake and that I have no desire to "get" Bernice. I offer to drive Bernice's check to her that very afternoon and apparently Adriana is told again that Bernice doesn't want my nasty hands touching her check.
At this point I'm just wide-eyed in amazement. I understand her feeling very upset about not getting her check, I mean, we all had to wait for them. But I didn't do anything on purpose to keep her money from her, and I considered her the nicest of the PCAs until that point.
Adriana also asked her if she was still at the apartment building, because we could just talk to the front desk person and have them give her the key. Of course, she's back home instead. So actually there were a couple things SHE could've done (come on Monday, and call us from the apartment on Tuesday) that could've expediated things, but she doesn't think about that.
Adriana finally gets off the phone with her, and we just sigh and discuss how she'll probably get over it with a few hours. Adriana says that B. will be coming by later that night to pick up the check, and I say that I'll just hide in my room until I'm sure she's not going to try and beat me up.
Well, I do spend that night in my room, but Bernice showed up during the 2 minutes I was in the bathroom. By the time I was washing my hands, she was loudly telling Adriana in the hall that it was rude and disrespectful of me to "take" the mail key when I went off for the weekend and make everyone wait for their checks, and to not drive back up to the city (an hour+ drive) to drop off the key so they could check the mail (it didn't occur to her that I didn't have my paycheck yet either and couldn't afford that gas), and continued on her rampage of how I'm out to get her and purposefully didn't put her check where she could get it, etc.
At this time, I'm no longer feeling sheepish-hidey-wide-eyed. I'm starting to get mad. I did a simple excusable thing and this girl is attacking me personally because of it, and making Adriana's life difficult because of it. However, I didn't leave the bathroom until she left the apartment, and I just sulked and griped to Adriana about it all night long. Adriana was just as pissed at her as I was.
Another amusing thing is that the checks were dated for TODAY, anyway. No matter when she got them, the bank wouldn't process them until today. Sheesh.
Oh, and she has no leverage with any "I have to wait for my check and you don't" whines, since I have to MAIL my check to the bank and wait for it to process. Hopefully my direct deposit will go through by next time.
ANYWAY, Bernice comes over this morning because it's her time with Adriana. I sleep most of the day away and soon after I wake up, I leave for Jason's. I heard a little bit of, "Not everyone is out to get you..." from Adriana's room while puttering around, but I didn't bother them much.
Adriana messages Jason later this afternoon to say that she calmed Bernice down and had a nice chat with her and convinced her that I'm not out to get her. Bernice has a loose grip on honesty sometimes, too, and Adriana confronted her about that. Anyway, things should be better, and supposedly Bernice might even apologize to me. I don't actually care about that as much as I care about her not making life difficult for me or Adri.
So that's hopefully cleared up... But it caused me a lot of anguish and headaches and screaming for a bit. *sigh*