0nthesunnyside @ 2010-07-02T15: 54:00 It 'a bit' I do not give me the news or at least do not write anything substantial these days ... did not happen anything particularly worthy of note: today is my second day off (I I had two below) and it seems that from now on I will always have two a week: this is because the staff is now complete and it shows us who prefer longer hours for the day and let us do the "week short ". Yesterday I went to the outlet of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, an hour north of Ocean City: not terrible, but not exciting. Today, however, I finally retrieved my Social Security and then, literally, beautiful view of the day, I spent the afternoon to bask on the beach. And not just to deny them, I was able to give me a strange sign with the costume when I turned back to brown I forgot to put the bow under the bra fabric strip and the result is, as you may have guessed by now, the shadow of the bow itself! Fig. Way to go.
As you can see, all is clear ... but fear not, Sunday is July 4, so I hope to return soon with a juicy post anthropological.
But now, while we are, I could update you with what happens in my house anything but quiet. For starters, a couple of basics, that is, those are my roommates: I have already mentioned, but not to risk confusing, let's recap. In the room with me there are three Ukrainian:
one who nicknamed the madman and soon you'll understand why.
The Witch (because, given that so far has not found work, the time spent watching television did not pass it to cook), friend of insanity, but fortunately not so apparently mentally unstable.
The Pacifica is a good girl, does the cleaning in a hotel and a guy kind that does not create trouble.
Then there are the four cinesine (with which I agree, they are all polite and friendly):
The Giver of Food, which is what the first night decided to appoint a beta tester of anything to cook ( the creation of today? A species of sponge cake that cooked along with the grape. Not a bad first attempt, but the grape crush is not exactly the best).
The nurse, who had a fever when I was on the lip gave a strange Chinese tea, to help to clean inside (his words, eh!) ... do not ask me if it worked or not ...
The tomboy, not so much behavior as for clothing. The last
kinesin with nothing to do with what I'm about to relate, because when it happened had not yet moved in this last week ... there was a bit 'comings and goings of the house (especially l & rsquo ; apartment below here, for example, now is the last Russian newcomer that broke the bales to the hosts at 9 and a half ago because he has to talk to who knows what to do! But pain in the ass that you are nothing, you can not wait for tomorrow morning?).
What happened, essentially, is this: the outbreak of the Sino-Ukraine. Relations were already strained because cinesine are a bit 'messy in the kitchen, leave out the food that is more advanced or do not wash the dishes. However, the situation was terrible. And most importantly, if the things you point them to him with calm, clean up immediately. Maybe I'm a little 'relapses, but always in utter apologies. Fattostà that about a week ago I was talking with my Skype up here on the patio and suddenly I heard noises upstairs. I went up and found myself in front of all the tenant in full force and raving lunatic shouting to two inches away from the Giver of Food. The reason for the conflict were the post-it notes stuck to the Mad had the whole kitchen, which complained about the conditions, the kinesin must have taken it on the staff (but the balls would turn to me, because the Mad has a voice grinds -eardrums really unbearable), since the higher voltage is between them and that other, as a good champion of diplomacy, he started to scream against, while the dispenser to stop the yelling scream ... I only say that, before I could separate them, have flown even threats like "I'll kill you." The kinesin has retreated into the room, while the other one asked me and two other cinesine because the Giver does not understand what she wants them to say (and this is what he used as justification for screaming), while we ensure . Rest of us have not had time to say that one reason is that their character is like that she went to her room with her typical fairy walk (read: the lightness of an elephant) We turned around and says, 'You, you, and you, you do not talk anymore. " And he slammed the door.
Oh-ooo. Wow, this is really a moral blackmail, since we are soooo friendly. This arrogant idiot did not understand a shit of life. The same evening I tried to tell her
In any case, after a week the Mad still does not speak to me: the Pacific told me that she does so because the second does not dare to shout at me as he does against all other roommates (including Ukrainian) on the grounds that they are bigger. But it bothers me how to deal with all the others, firing orders to the right is missing. He preaches so much cleaning, but I've never seen it clean. Her friend the kitchen while she supervige with the face mask on him. I think it's basically an inability and a large counter, because even when I spoke, he led me who hates makeup, but I see that it is always powder my nose and always has at least a bit of mascara on ... ' contradictory, no? And yesterday he said last arrived kinesin, which offered her ice cream, and sugar that you are incompatible, because it hurts the liver and skin ... but the past week did nothing but eat sweets leaking of sugar and fat, as evidenced by his tripe.
However, this behavior does not lead anywhere. I continue to be friendly, ask if you need before entering the bathroom to shower, but since they are silent consent, I always do what I want. In this regard, today I enjoyed as a scroll: when I arrived home around one o'clock in the afternoon, we were finishing the cinesine to prepare lunch and I had planned to make me a pasta with zucchini (thanks to Julia for giving me inspiration !). The madness was already there and while I was cutting the zucchini said (always very politely) to hurry to the kinesin because she needed the only non-stick pot that we have. When the kinesin is finished I saw that the cook was still fiddling with the chicken were cooked (with the supervision of Mad) and I took advantage to grab the pot. Normally I would have respected my turn or asked if I could use it, because they were not ready but because the attitude, I decided to ask my comfy. And they have not dared to say Ghez, indeed, after waiting a bit ', have turned to one of ordinary pots. Gudur. And, contrary to their anemic chicken served with penne not dressed, my sauce was delicious.
