More anger

I am fucked off BIG TIME with the Fatmate.

The reason I haven’t been writing so much lately is because I lost my wonderful, wonderful job in August (i.e., was made redundant) so I’ve been kinda avoiding this thing for reasons best known to me (if I don’t want to think of something I avoid doing anything that could link me with it…)

So anyway, I’ve been looking for a job in the meantime and ohhh, do I mean looking (I had about 24 applications in at one point). Though, strangely, at exactly the same time as I was made redundant The Fatmate decided she was pissed off with her job. I don’t know why.

Anyway, before I continue – a bit of background. The Fatmate (who is fat and I don’t care what you say about me saying that) – who’s real name is Naomi – is a spolied 27 year old I happened to meet last November through a friend I was meeting for a drink. Initially, we seemed to get on okay (great, in fact) and we used to meet up for the odd drink. (There was/is NOTHING romantic here I must stress…). Anyhoo, I was living in South London (read diary entries from the time to realise just how pissed off I was at living there) and decided to move out. Naomi had a place, needed a flat mate, 2+2 = 4 and I moved in.

It was fine initially. Well, ok… little things started to bug me but not any more so than you would get living with anyone (hell, Mike pisses me off sometimes) but slowly, I began to realise just what sort of person she is. For example…

– She’s on £23,000 (roughly $45,000) a year. Not a bad wage, yeah? Okay, granted this is London but I’ve managed to survive the last year on lower than that. Okay, she has a mortage (the place I’m living in is worth £310,000 – $592,000) and her parents give her £200 per month extra (cos they’re parents…) BUT she spends most nights in the pub getting pissed up and by the end of the month she’s skint. So much so, that she occasionally asks ME for money (erm… which one was unemployed again?). Obviously she thinks that because I live with her, pay my rent and half of her bills I should also be her ‘other bank account’. She tried it the other morning when she broke her cashcard in comic fashion by falling against the door… of course, I had ‘no money on me’ at the time. To cap this all off, however, she’s ALMOST FUCKING 30 AND IS STILL SPONGING OFF PEOPLE including mummy and daddy (who bought her flat for her and pay for anything she ‘needs’ adding to it…). I mean, for fucks sake…

– This really follows on from the above point. She’ll buy something expensive on a whim and then get bored within about a day or so and forger about it. The tortoise for example. The little fucker cost £150 ($286) and after going on and on and on and on and on about him, now rarely acknowledges him. The amazing thing was, she bought a second one! Then, realising it ‘wasn’t what she had in mind’ (I mean, does this girl’s brain actually use common sense?) she palmed him off to mummy and daddy. Also, the same goes for all the computer stuff she’s got lying about including a Lacie Monitor (expensive graphic job). And talking about stuff lying about…

– The girl is a travesty when it comes to keeping stuff tidy and clean. Looking at my own room, it seems to be a mass of papers and CDs at the moment but it’s not dirty and I’ll no doubt get sick of stuff lying around and organise it. I don’t care too much about things like that BUT I can’t stand a dirty kitchen or bathroom. One you clean yourself in and the other you have to eat out of (up to you which one!). The Fatmate, on the other hand, hasn’t quite grasped this. If she uses the kitchen, she leaves rubbish on the floor, on the surfaces, in the oven, on the stove… if you imagine someone emptying a binbag over everything, you’d be about right. It’s almost like she can’t use a bin. Also, she leaves old food just lying around going mouldy. I came back last week to find that she had a friend over the night before and they had gotten pissed up (fair enough! Welcome to Monday nights with Mike and Jord…) but had just left EVERYTHING. There was half eaten plates of food, stuff left in pots (burnt on), a bin bag in the hall (she can’t put a bin bag out, ‘it hurts [her] back’) and general shit eveywhere. Apparently, she had a ‘crisis’ of waking up late and not being able to do it. As to her bathroom, never cleaned, the toilet is brown and you can’t see the floor. Can’t clean it up, too many ‘crises’ happening! Which brings me to…

– Melodrama. Oh good god, everything is a FUCKING CRISIS. She thinks that everyone’s problems are hers to deal with and she plays mum all the time but I’d sure hate to have her as a mother. It’s like she’s constantly interfering with people’s lives. She’s tried it with me – now I keep conversations to a bare minimum because she’ll start saying that ‘she knows best’ in a manner of words (excuse me but since when is being 27 and totally unable to run your own life knowing best?). She’ll come home and talk about what ‘crisis’ she had that day. Daddy is currently having an affair (well,  can’t say I blame him. He’s gotta have some escape from the ever demanding daughter) so she has  to sort it out and it’s ‘fucking her up!’ (Oh get a grip, woman). It was also a ‘crisis’ when daddy was bringing dear daughter’s car down from Leicester and couldn’t get it to London due to traffic, so he had to leave it at Luton. She had to go and get it and bring it back. Oh, what a hardship. Daddy pays for car, insures it, taxes it and bringing it half way down. Bad daddy. Bad! It was ALSO a crisis when she had four interviews in one day. She made such a song and dance about this (to me… who is unemployed) followed by the comment ‘have you heard anything yet?’. Fuck you. But I’ll come back to that.

– Food. Fucking fucking mutter fucking. She had a go at me for buying too much frozen stuff. Why? Because she bought ice cream and couldn’t get it in the fridge and had to eat it all. Oh I’m very sorry but when was the last time YOU used it? June? Maybe even May! Nono, you buy all fresh expensive shite which goes off in a matter of seconds! But it’s so good and full of cream and butter and goose fat and… what was that? You’re trying to lose weight? Here’s a tip. Stop eating more calories in one sitting than I eat in a day. And quit having a go at what I eat. Which one of us struggles with two shopping bags up a small incline? Which one of us is 6 stone overweight? Hmm, last time I checked it wasn’t me. Fuck you. AND YOU CAN’T GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP COS MOST MEN ONLY WANT YOU FOR SEX? IF YOU AND I WERE THE LAST PEOPLE ON EARTH, I’D LET THE HUMAN RACE DIE OFF QUITE HAPPILY! What a load of crap, ‘men only want you for sex’. Look in the mirror and check what people think of you. Fatty. The only men who would be interested in you wear dark glasses, play the piano rather well and speak with their hands.

– Jobs. Now, this is what was said last night. Me, sitting quietly in my room talking to a few people on MSN. She hasn’t spoken to me since Sunday. Came home last night and didn’t say a thing to me (not that I care, a conversation with her is like someone dragging their fingers down a blackboard). So, she walked in through the

door, straight across the main room and to my room. The conversation went like this

‘Can I come in?’
‘Yeah,’ (no but I have no choice here)
‘You okay?’
‘Yup, you?’
‘Yes, I’ve been offered a job!’
‘Oh well done…’ (umm.. which one of us is unemployed and could really do without you rubbing this in…)
‘Yes, with a four grand pay rise!’
‘Oh, that’s nice for you…’
‘Have you heard anything?’

and at this point , I’m thinking ‘you KNOW my circumstance. You KNOW how long I’ve been unemployed. You have a job and you’re getting a better one and you’re telling me this… why? You must have the social sensitivity of a breezeblock.You fucking bitch’

She left then. I didn’t quite know what to say. I was totally shocked at how someone could blatantly rub in something like that. I might have to move home in a few weeks if nothing comes up (which will make Lauren and my relationship a whole lot harder) and there she is, rubbing it all in my face. I was thinking about something Mike said after (he’s met her 3 times, can’t stand her) and it was how after everything he said, she had to go one better and what she said last night felt just like that She had to go one better and make sure that I KNEW that ‘she was doing better than me.’ To be honest, I couldn’t care if she has a job or not OR what sort of job it is but to have that rubbed in my face… I just think it’s rude, boorish and I hope she gets her comeuppance.

So Im fucked off with her. Just at how someone could be so insensitive but of course, if you’ve read the above it doesn’t matter how bad she is because mummy and daddy ALWAYS bail her out.

Her problem is that she’s insecure, sexually frustrated, spolied, ill mannered, boorish, arrogant and just downright rude.

I am very fucking annoyed.