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lizzie_and_ari) wrote2006-10-13 05:59 pm
lizzie_and_ari) wrote2006-10-13 05:59 pm
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Friday 13th
I am having a bad day.
At 2:30 this morning I was woken up by a crazed guy on lots of drugs banging on our flat door asking for spare change. I called the police and fortunately they took him away, but I was very frightened then and didn't sleep for ages.
Obviously I was then late to work, which doesn't matter anyway as today I did NOTHING for 6 1/2 hours except go for lunch. Then I did 10 minutes of work.
I came home and hardly any time after, one of the neighbours knocked on our door and told us to move our rubbish from outside. (Back story: When we had the carpets redone, we put them outside on top of some existing large rubbish, then phoned the council to pick them up, which they were due to do today. I presumed they would just pick it all up. When this woman put up a notice a couple of days ago saying please move the rubbish outside, I felt bad and wrote a wee note underneath saying 'sorry, that's ours, it's getting moved on Friday.' Except, the bloody council only took the wee bit from on top, which was ours and left the rest) So, I explained tht the rubbish outside wasn't ours, the stuff that was had been taken away by the council today.
'Well, why did't they take it all?'
'I don't know, I presumed they would.'
'If the council come, they'll take it all.'
'That's what I thought, but I've come home from work and they've only taken the top bit.'
'Well can you move the rest of your rubbish, please?'
'That rubbish isn't ours.'
'The council must not have been.'
'I don't know, I can only tell you I've just come home and only our stuff has gone.'
'Maybe someone else was pissed off, too, and they threw it out. Can you move the rest of it?'
'That;s not our rubbish.'
'No-one else has had works done.'
'I don't know about that, I just know that was there before our stuff.'
'Well, can you just move your stuff then?'
'It's not our stuff.'
Etc etc ad infinitum. Eventually she went away , saying she would knock on everyone else's door and find out whose it was.
Of course, if whoever's it is lies, or it was dumped there by someone not in this stair, she'll continue to think me a liar.
I hate being accused of lying. I am a bad liar.
She is a psycho whore bitch.
This flat has bad karma.
Hmph.
In other news, Ari bought me a cute tiny owl who is looking after me in my distress.
..oh and I think I'm premenstrual.
Lxxx
At 2:30 this morning I was woken up by a crazed guy on lots of drugs banging on our flat door asking for spare change. I called the police and fortunately they took him away, but I was very frightened then and didn't sleep for ages.
Obviously I was then late to work, which doesn't matter anyway as today I did NOTHING for 6 1/2 hours except go for lunch. Then I did 10 minutes of work.
I came home and hardly any time after, one of the neighbours knocked on our door and told us to move our rubbish from outside. (Back story: When we had the carpets redone, we put them outside on top of some existing large rubbish, then phoned the council to pick them up, which they were due to do today. I presumed they would just pick it all up. When this woman put up a notice a couple of days ago saying please move the rubbish outside, I felt bad and wrote a wee note underneath saying 'sorry, that's ours, it's getting moved on Friday.' Except, the bloody council only took the wee bit from on top, which was ours and left the rest) So, I explained tht the rubbish outside wasn't ours, the stuff that was had been taken away by the council today.
'Well, why did't they take it all?'
'I don't know, I presumed they would.'
'If the council come, they'll take it all.'
'That's what I thought, but I've come home from work and they've only taken the top bit.'
'Well can you move the rest of your rubbish, please?'
'That rubbish isn't ours.'
'The council must not have been.'
'I don't know, I can only tell you I've just come home and only our stuff has gone.'
'Maybe someone else was pissed off, too, and they threw it out. Can you move the rest of it?'
'That;s not our rubbish.'
'No-one else has had works done.'
'I don't know about that, I just know that was there before our stuff.'
'Well, can you just move your stuff then?'
'It's not our stuff.'
Etc etc ad infinitum. Eventually she went away , saying she would knock on everyone else's door and find out whose it was.
Of course, if whoever's it is lies, or it was dumped there by someone not in this stair, she'll continue to think me a liar.
I hate being accused of lying. I am a bad liar.
She is a psycho whore bitch.
This flat has bad karma.
Hmph.
In other news, Ari bought me a cute tiny owl who is looking after me in my distress.
..oh and I think I'm premenstrual.
Lxxx