2008 March « Ta2ati2d’s Weblog

Ebay…a Necessary Evil aka Satan’s way of taking our funds?

Manhattan is not a good city for a shopaholic to work in. Going further with that line of thought, said shopaholic should not be allowed access to eBay while inside a Manhattan office. It’s considered burning your “funds” wick at both ends.

I say this because Paypal has made me their bitch. No, seriously. Take that smirk off your face. I gotta make this stop somehow. I don’t know, go to an eBayer’s Anonymous meeting (do they exist yet?), make a confession in front of a group of strangers, eat some old cookies and drink iced tea out of a Dixie cup. Wait, no! I’ll protect the environment and bring my own glass! I got this cute set of Ed Hardy drinking glasses of off eBay and…dammit! Everything I have these days is from eBay!

What would be considered eBay rehab? A hut in the middle of the woods in an area where there’s no WiFi? I can have my laptop with me, but the letters e, b, a, and y will be ripped off the keyboard? If I go crazy and write a suicide note, nobody will know that’s what it is! I would try to write something along the lines of:

Dear Reader, By the time you read this, I should be out of my city slicker misery. I cannot seem to function as a normal adult unless I can bid on the porcelain pig that snorts when you put coins in it’s back, for up to $15 ( I refuse to pay retail). Alas, I believe every life is worth living long, but rent is due, I’m in the red on my checking account, and have no spending cash for food. Good-bye salads, hello Ramen Noodles! I leave my inflatable bed, laptop and MP3 player to my best friend, Darryl. I leave all my bills to my absentee father (about time he paid for something). Please spread my ashes around Anchorage, Alaska (from whence it came). See you in the next life!

…and it would only show this:

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You get the picture!

Help!

Roommates!!! Gar!!!

Mar 26
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I hate having roommates. Simple as that.

I really do! It’s not so much the seeing other people around me, because that’s just everywhere. You go to work, boom! People! Need to get food at the supermarket, have to get laundry done? Hellooo, more people! No, the problem is waking up in the morning, wanting to crank up the Aerosmith to ensure it’s a good day (nothing ensures smiles all day like Steve Tyler belting out “Sweet Emotion” and “Crazy” back to back…I defy you to not crack at least a this-is-sublime grin!), and not being able to because – waaaahhhh – roomies are sleeping!

The biggest thing – and it happened this morning which is what’s setting this blog off – is when they start eating my food. Not midday snack foods, no, but my lunch! I had plans for that blueberry yogurt! The financial part of it doesn’t really bother me, because if 70 cents is really going to break me, sweetheart, I have bigger problems than the yogurt! I have two roommates, so I don’t know which one ate it.

Before you ask, yes, I’m sure I didn’t eat it myself. I have my foods for the week planned out and foods for the weekends planned out. I buy the food and drinks that I buy because I like them. I bought them for me. This is a real bone of contention for me, because I’ve had roommates before and this has happened before, so I know the routine of labelling my food. I just was hoping it wouldn’t come to it in this house. For about a month it was just me and one other roommate, and we were pretty good about just eating our own foods and leaving the other’s alone. But now with a third woman (too much estrogen, I really wanted a guy), it seems like all the rules have been pushed to the side.

So, moving along, I get ready for work this morning only to discover two of my yogurts and at least one of my apples gone, and not by my own hand.

I’m debating whether to bring it up or not. I may just have to keep everything in bags with my name marked on top and a slightly veiled threat of torn limbs below my name.

Am I being unreasonable?