Second Day 9/1/2002
OK, so the second day, Lila moved in and brought her mother to help her. Lila's mother is a raving bitch. She didn't like the set-up of the room, or the way Lila's bed was positioned, and basically ripped me and Jan new ones. Fine. You don't like the set-up of the room. Tell me calmly, and I'll be more than happy to help you move furnture. And Lila was no better. She just stood by and nodded while her mother made snotty fucking comments. Not only that, but they talked about me and Jan in some Iranian language. Lila's mom grew up in Iran, and Lila grew up here. Now, I have nothing against Iranians, but don't talk about me in another language please. That's just fucking low class...
Just as a side note, I think its kind of funny that Binghamton roomed two Jews and an Iranian together...
So yes, Lila and the Devil decided to wait for Jan to come back before they moved her stuff. Luckily enough for me, the arrangement of my furniture didn't piss my roommate's charming mother off too much. They wanted me to move my desk around, which I was completely against. It took my dad two hours to set it up yesterday, and I'm sure as hell not unplugging it to please some snotty mother. My desk is in a corner anyway, I really didn't see how it presented a problem anyway. So I went off to take a shower, half fearing that when I came back I would see my desk in the halway or something.
Jan didn't come back until about three hours later, which pissed the mom off even more. Lila had two 'ideas' about resetting up the room. Both weren't that great. I gotta hand it to Jan though; she really stood her ground. She outright refused any idea that was going to screw her over. With all of my talk, I would've capitulated and ended up being screwed. Mothers intimidate the hell out of me, especially when my own is four hundred miles away.
My favorite quotes from Lila's mom:
"Well, if anyone suffers from lack of space, it's Lila."
Honey, you don't suffer from lack of space in this room. You suffer from famine, discrimination, abuse...not because your daughter wasn't first to get a bed next to a window.
Jan: "Well, I just picked that bed because its next to the window and I really liked that."
Devil: "Well, you can like what you like, but that doesn't mean you get it."
Ummmmm....fuck you, that was just outright rude.
"Well, this is the arrangement we have to settle with since the both of you are so unwilling to do anything else."
You know what? Had your daughter gotten here first, she would've done the same thing. Its the way it is when you room with strangers; the first person there gets the best bed.
Devil: "And who was supposed to bring up the t.v.?"
Me: "I was supposed to, but there was no more room in my car, so when I go home next week, I'll bring it up."
Devil: says something in Iranian and gives me a look.
Dude, we won't have a t.v. for a week...calm down. Your daughter WILL survive.
After all the bullshit, the arrangement of the furniture basically remained the EXACT SAME except Lila's bed moved across the room and stayed in the same position it was in before. That, and she placed her drawers perpendicular to her desk, so there's a mini wall between her stuff and Jan's bed. Hold on, phone.
Loading comments...