I'm so fucking over this
May. 20th, 2025 02:23 pmI've been so busy lately, and today it seemed like I finally had free time to rest up again. Of course fucking not.
So the guy came over and he pulled out the windows and that whole outer layer of that side of the house. But he didn't have the time to place new windows or anything, so my room and the bathroom didn't have windows. He put something in front of the whole thing, so there weren't just big gaping holes, but it was still much colder in those rooms. But fair enough, I put on a sweater in bed, so I wasn't really cold. But still, I was looking forward to this whole thing to be over again and for me to have fucking windows again.
So today the guy is here again. He just placed the bathroom window, but he's not doing my windows today. Kind of annoying, but oh well. But then I hear that he needs to go into my room when placing the windows. He had previously told my mother that that wouldn't be necessary. I asked her to ask again in advance to be sure, because my loft bed and couch are right next to my window and it would be useful to know that while cleaning, so that I don't put stuff in front of my window and move my bed and couch while I'm at it anyway. But no, my mother told me "I'll just hear about it when he's here." Real fucking convenient when you're not the one who has to clean up. So I just kept stuff this way and now today I hear that this guy needs to be in my room. Probably by tomorrow. So I need to fucking clean AGAIN and redo work I have already done because that bitch and him didn't think it necessary to tell me.
I am literally fucking shaking with rage. I am so over this. The pills won't let me be very stressed, but they don't stop me from wanting to rip someone's head off. I hate this week. Fuck. You. Fuck. Off.
So the guy came over and he pulled out the windows and that whole outer layer of that side of the house. But he didn't have the time to place new windows or anything, so my room and the bathroom didn't have windows. He put something in front of the whole thing, so there weren't just big gaping holes, but it was still much colder in those rooms. But fair enough, I put on a sweater in bed, so I wasn't really cold. But still, I was looking forward to this whole thing to be over again and for me to have fucking windows again.
So today the guy is here again. He just placed the bathroom window, but he's not doing my windows today. Kind of annoying, but oh well. But then I hear that he needs to go into my room when placing the windows. He had previously told my mother that that wouldn't be necessary. I asked her to ask again in advance to be sure, because my loft bed and couch are right next to my window and it would be useful to know that while cleaning, so that I don't put stuff in front of my window and move my bed and couch while I'm at it anyway. But no, my mother told me "I'll just hear about it when he's here." Real fucking convenient when you're not the one who has to clean up. So I just kept stuff this way and now today I hear that this guy needs to be in my room. Probably by tomorrow. So I need to fucking clean AGAIN and redo work I have already done because that bitch and him didn't think it necessary to tell me.
I am literally fucking shaking with rage. I am so over this. The pills won't let me be very stressed, but they don't stop me from wanting to rip someone's head off. I hate this week. Fuck. You. Fuck. Off.