Some experimental notes

Do these thing make sense?

• I like my job. I actually like the company. I get along with everyone here pretty well, despite having serious concerns about some of their intelligence, work quality, or decision making skills (for example). I do not want to be social with these people, nor be near them when they are drunk, because I want to keep my job, which I like. Therefore I do not want to go to the bleeding company christmas booze-fest thing. I worked through it last year, and was rather looking forward to doing so again, damnit.


• There's this guy. We get along pretty well and have know each other for many years. He's broke and not working much, and will be out of a place to live at the end of the year. I do not want him to move in with me because I would like to continue to like him, and sharing a small space under strained circumstances will interfere with that. Nor do I really wish to see him cast out on the street ...

I'm still on good terms with recent ex-bosses, despite one Christmas party. I'm still friends with all ex-roommates, but less so than before we lived together in every case. It is not so much that I'm a terrible roommate (?) but the fact that money easily poisons things and tight spaces increase effects and sensitivity.

I'm young still, and am finally managing to hold down a job AND have some fun with my friends. I deeply resent anyones' attempts to place responsibilities on me that I did not choose and that are not mine. (*gently shoves cat away from keyboard throughout typing this post*)

I missed my idiot brother's accidental daughter first birthday party noon Saturday. Although I received a cute Pooh invitation I had not rsvp'd nor had I planned to go before he called last week and asked me to come. Gah. So, Fri night before bed I mentioned it, and the tentative plan was in place. Not that I'd gotten a card or a gift or anything..

And Saturday morning stuff happened, as it tends to. At 12:30 when I was upright and could open my laptop I replied to the directions mail that I wasn't going to be able to make it, that if I left right that instant I'd barely get there before 2 (the closing time of the party).
I deliberately did not call, as I did not have any useful response to the hurt feelings that may have been generated. Similarly I'm not caling him back today...

So, more calls yesterday and today. I called my Dad back to make sure there wasn't something of actual import going on, and he merely delivered guilt about me not being there, saying it was 'important'.

WTF ever. F-ing relatives (and I actually do okay with my mom and dad). Did I ask everyone I'm kin to to come over for tea the last couple times I got fired, failed out of school, or had a messy breakup? Why do I get shit for not wanting to help validate his massive errors in judgment?

And how tf am I supposed to help them raise their child, take on some of the responsibility for their stupid, when I've got plenty of my own AND people in my family with children (and some sense about them) to look out for?

So, at eleven am or so as I'm working up to a shower, I note with displeasure that I can feel (rather than hear) a subwoofer. I put on some clothes, and after fidgeting with our receiver to make sure it's not us, I go out back to look around for the idiot responsible. Ed: Readers should be aware that this author has an apparently abnormal sensitivity to low frequency sound. Or maybe I just haven't been deafened enough by dumb habits that I can still detect sound in those ranges. Whatever. It is a pet peeve, and is the number one nominee for that which will make me snap and start the killing someday

And sure enough there is music (..sic) and thumping coming from my next door neighbour's back yard, not a whole meter from ours, mind you. I don't see him and the gate is nearly closed so I stop and call out, "Good morning!". And he answers from the parking lot where he is washing his car, about 25 feet away.

I have seen briefly but not met this fellow, who moved in with his wife(?) a few weeks ago. He comes over and a brief conversation ensues, consisting of me trying to explain to him that subwoofer waves travel very far, that I can hear--no rather feel it in my bedroom (one unit over and upstairs, and could you please turn it down a bit. He expresses minor disbelief but is grudgingly agreeable,and I leave him to return inside. Feeling no more thumping, I shower.

Scoring Summary: Lives in non-detached housing and is using stereo to play music to where he is washing his car one house and several meters away: FAIL. Neighbor comes outside to complain and discussion ensues, rather than an immediate apology and corrective action: FAIL. Ed: Okay, editing title to -10

( The note I'm going to leave with my meichi(calling card). )