Saturday, August 15, 2020
Been a frustrating week for me. Not that big of a deal of course, but still, frustrating.
The rented place I'm at with Pik Lin has 6 Vietnamese students above us, and one Filipino. The Filipino is nice and considerate but holy shit the Vietnamese are noisy as hell and bloody inconsiderate. They scream and make noises humans shouldn't make for whatever damn reason. Like... why do you need to squeal every few minutes? Anyway, they're useless. Ever since we moved in, apart from a 2 instances, they've not bothered to place the garbage bins to the curb for pickup (amongst other things like shoveling snow). Plus, half the time they don't separate the garbage and recycling properly. I often find them in the wrong containers very often, which leaves me to rearrange them on the days I'm not lazy. So part of the frustration for me has been the garbage from one of the Vietnamese couples. They owned a cat and when they moved out, they tossed out 20 bags of garbage on the driveway. And that's not counting the bags they threw into the recycling bins. So I assumed they knew what they were throwing it into (not really, but you know) and put the bins into the curb. The city's recycling guys didn't throw it out. Which sucks, 'cause now there'll be 2 weeks of junk to add on on top of the 20 bags of garbage. After 3 weeks of the city ignoring the junk, I gave in and ripped the garbage bags to shreds, separating them into their proper bins. It's summer. It's hot. Food rots and there were flies and maggots everywhere, plus the ripped bags from raccoons and opossums. Turns out majority of their junk was paper and magazines. Topped up with curdled milkshake, Starbucks, and pork bone soup. Geez! It was a nasty smell and the pork bone broth especially stained a lot of the paper. They also threw a ton of their clothing and shoes, and some rugs that reeked of cat piss and fur. Yeah. Seriously. I'm glad they moved out, but that mess I've had to deal with is utterly, freaking nasty. Like, they couldn't be more considerate and toss out their junk over time. And their remaining friends haven't bothered to do jack shit about it either. Two of the Vietnamese housemates walked by me as I was sorting it out and they quickly entered the home, avoiding my gaze. Oh, did I mention they're so unhygienic that they were the cause of the mouse infestation we had? Pik Lin and I had to get mousetraps because none of the landlord's poisons were working, and we eventually killed them all, solving their problem, yet again. Sucks to live with a bunch of immature brats. I know plenty of youth among their age that have been so much more considerate.
The last month has just been typical work. We had a new colleague join us, named Jason, for Shopify and web development. He's a Chinese from Mauritius, which is interesting, 'cause the only 2 Mauritians I know are both Chinese, the other being Robin back in Malaysia. Also, Elizabeth, Vivian and I had to move back out to the main space instead of the managerial offices, so oh well, it was nice while it lasted. The 4 of us have been pretty chill, and Jason's gotten to know us better. Lunches are pretty entertaining with the conversation. I've been deemed their "Google" because, according to them, "Howe knows everything", which is a huge compliment to me, but of course I don't know everything, lol. But they'll refer to me before Googling stuff they wanna ask, which is hilarious. Anyway, on frustrations, Jason shared some personal problems with us, and while I feel I shouldn't share the details of his life on my public blog (even though no one reads it anymore), let's just say he displayed classic symptoms of abuse, from defending the abuser to softening the threats he was given. Plus he basically described classic 101 abuse from the abuser. I couldn't make this up even if I wanted to. So cliche and standard was the abuse; I even predicted a few and asked if the abuser had done any of that, to which he was surprised and said yes. But of course, he went back to the abuse. *Sigh*... there's only so much you can do.
And for Pik Lin, it's beyond frustration as she's drowning in JavaScript, lmao. Same pain I felt 12 years back during ITE.
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