Well, fuck me, apparently
Apr. 28th, 2002 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeMoving the things went okay.
Randall is a nice guy, very professional, and Firewillow's MU was very sweet and cooperative.
My own MU, however, managed to work herself into a state of passive–aggressive fury that was impressive to behold. Not only was she super unpleasant with Randall and his helper, she managed to let on to anyone who would listen (Randall, his helper, the security guy downstairs, the neighbours, etc.) that I was basically a thorn in her side, that I was taking advantage of her, that she was a victim, that whatever security breaches were taking place were all my fault, and that I was something slightly below the worm on the evolutionary scales of things.
She then bit my head off because I hadn't managed to find a sheet to cover the appliances the way she asked me to this morning. Because of course I should be able to find a sheet while in my car between here and Outremont that no one happens to be using or wants anymore.
As a nice conclusion, she surpassed her earlier Passive–Aggressive Argument Achievement Award with: "Now that you've got your way, I hope you'll hold to what you've promised."
AAAARGH!
Repeat to self: I will not let her trigger me into cutting. I will not let her trigger me into cutting.
Fuck this. I need to move out tomorrow.
Randall is a nice guy, very professional, and Firewillow's MU was very sweet and cooperative.
My own MU, however, managed to work herself into a state of passive–aggressive fury that was impressive to behold. Not only was she super unpleasant with Randall and his helper, she managed to let on to anyone who would listen (Randall, his helper, the security guy downstairs, the neighbours, etc.) that I was basically a thorn in her side, that I was taking advantage of her, that she was a victim, that whatever security breaches were taking place were all my fault, and that I was something slightly below the worm on the evolutionary scales of things.
She then bit my head off because I hadn't managed to find a sheet to cover the appliances the way she asked me to this morning. Because of course I should be able to find a sheet while in my car between here and Outremont that no one happens to be using or wants anymore.
As a nice conclusion, she surpassed her earlier Passive–Aggressive Argument Achievement Award with: "Now that you've got your way, I hope you'll hold to what you've promised."
AAAARGH!
Repeat to self: I will not let her trigger me into cutting. I will not let her trigger me into cutting.
Fuck this. I need to move out tomorrow.
