June 7, 2010

Last night was mildly interesting, so this will probably be less interesting and therefore short.
I have 3 roommates. 2 of these roommates (who shall henceforth be known as Jerry and Maury) family homes are about an hour away from the apartment. They both tend to go home for the weekend (and occasional weekday) leaving the apartment to the fourth roommate (henceforth Steve), his girlfriend (henceforth Judy) and myself. This means that weekends tend to be quiet.
I'm going to assume you are aware June 7, 2010 was not a weekend, making a portion of the previous paragraph irrelevant.
Anyways,
Last week, on Tuesday to be precise, Jerry went on vacation. It is now a week later and as far as I can tell, Jerry is still gone.
Maury, on the other hand was last seen on Saturday, but he also has yet to return.

When Steve first told me he was moving into a new place and wanted me to move in, I told him that sounded great (nothing has changed, I love my apartment). A few days later, he told me he found 1 definite roommate (this was Jerry) and one potential roommate (this was Maury). Steve told me he was going to take Jerry and his parents to see the apartment and wanted to know if I could come along.
I couldn't.
The next day Steve was telling me how it went when he informed me that Jerry had "called" the second biggest room in the apartment when they went to visit. I had no qualms with this at the time. Steve also informed me that Maury's only condition for joining the apartment was that he not have the smallest room. This, of course, left me with the smallest room (It was understood that Steve, who found the apartment and dealt with the landlord would get the largest room). I told Steve I didn't mind.
It turns out I do mind.
See, my room is small, like cut a dorm room in half small. It's big enough for me to have a bed and my stuff, and there's a small closet for storage, but nonetheless, its small. This poses a problem during the summer, as the heat tends to dry my room out very fast, making it a very stuffy place to live and sleep in.
None of the other rooms face this problem to the same degree.
So why do I mind?
Well, Jerry has made a habit out of not being in the apartment. By my estimate, he sleeps there around 50% of the time, and disappears for days in a row. This is his prerogative and I have no interest in stopping it nor do I care that he does it, but I do care that the second largest room in the apartment is empty nearly half of the time, especially when I'm in the smallest room.
Yesterday I told Jerry that if he wasn't back in a couple days I was going to move his stuff into my room and vice-versa. At the time I thought I was joking.
It seems I wasn't, or at least I'm not now.

This morning my boss had me get in an hour early and take the train downtown to drop something off at an office. This is a routine I have gone through many times. it gives me time to listen to music and relax during the day.
Today, fate took a dump on that.
First, my train broke down 3 stops early. This, being an express train, meant I was not in walking distance. I also had no idea where I was, so I decided to take a cab the rest of the way.
I don't like talking to cab drivers for a very specific reason: it's hard to hear them over my music. Generally, cab drivers don't want to talk to you either so it all works out.
Not today though. Today, my driver wanted to know everything.
If that wasn't enough, he took a wrong turn somewhere, ended up dead-ended by a one-way street and asked if I would walk the rest of the way.
"It's just a block up that way. You can see from here."
I agreed to walk.
It wasn't a block.

Anyways, today has been stressful, to say the least, and the last thing I need is to get back to my apartment and realize that yet again, that wonderful, large, open room is empty because the kid who "called" it decided to sleep somewhere else.

I should note two things before I end this:
First, "Jerry" is actually a really good guy. He is most likely completely unaware I have a problem with the rooming situation (or that one even exists), and will probably apologize profusely to me is/when I bring it up to him. I have no grudge against him.
Second, the day has left me in nothing less than a pissy mood, which is most likely reflected in this post.

Okay, maybe not so short.