In my house, we don’t really live communally. We all have our own stuff – my stuff is in a separate area of the kitchen. So twice lately I’ve been in the kitchen and found my housemates using my cookware. They’ve asked if it’s okay and I’ve been a total wussbag and not said anything even though inside I’m screaming – USE MY SAUCEPANS AND I’LL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP, MOFO!!!
I don’t know what to do. I mean, they wash things up after they use them but I feel like I don’t touch anyone else’s stuff so they should leave mine alone. It also bugs me that they ask if it’s okay when I’m in the kitchen and they have half cooked stuff in my pans. I should say it’s not okay and make them remove it just to be a bitch.
The worst of it is the guy who lives here was cooking sausages in a pan FULL of oil. I kid you not. It’s a nonstick frypan and he needs a whole bottle of oil? I washed that pan out very thoroughly before I used it.
The other thing that bugs me is that I buy everything non-stick and if they don’t wash things up properly then they’ll scrape the teflon which means my stuff is wrecked.
Maybe I should just take all my stuff out of the kitchen or maybe I’m just being a princess. I don’t know. I got Andrew to replace the blown kitchen light on the weekend and I’m almost wishing I hadn’t. With no light, none of the housemates cooked. Didn’t worry me that much cos I’d just use my bedlight but the others aren’t that ingenious. Now they are using my light to cook with my pans!
I went to the gym tonight and did a big hilly run. I hadn’t been planning on running since I was so stuffed after yesterday but I finished work early and didn’t want to hang around waiting for spin class. Afterwards I did a weights session. I got really pissed off because Monday is always crowded at the gym and there were heaps of personal trainers working out with clients. Some of those PT’s think they own the gym. It’s bad enough without them doing boxing sessions in the middle of the weights room and shit like that.
I so didn’t want to go to the gym tonight at all. It was the biggest effort to drag myself there. But I did it and even upped my weights – except the Lat Pulldown. Last time, I put it up 10 kgs more than my trainer suggested, this time I couldn’t even manage the weight she said. Different gym, different machine – who knew it would change that much though?
Now I must go to the kitchen and make sure my pan has been properly washed up then investigate lockable cupboards (I have a feeling secondhand office furniture shops could be the best bet — an old stationery cupboard with a lock).