Open Vent: Feel Free to Bitch
When I get home, I am always greeted to my lazy roommate who is sitting on his couch in his room, watching some sort of sports program. The world could be spinning off its normal rotation, but he'd rather be watching the 1988 Red Sox v Expos preseason game, because Jeff Sellers pitches an inning while Todd Benzinger and Rick Cerone each go 1-3 with doubles.
What boggles the mind of your's truly, is how one can survive watching TV all day long, while not working at all. Ok, I can see if you try to look for a job, but when you cannot score an interview for an entry level sales job, well, you got serious issues. So, there he is, weekday after weekday, sitting on his couch, watching pointless sports programs. I k now he doesn't leave because the mail is untouched, and the door lock is locked, which I know he does NOT lock. Perfect day to go out if I was home doing nothing, but I'd rather sit and watch the already dry paint on my wall, dry some more.
Maybe I can get some acting classes from him. Yesterday's scene of "Homerun in the 9th" may be able to snag me an Emmy, but I'll pass. Maybe I can win an award for saving my house from a fire numerous times by turning off the oven or toaster over when it is left on for hours by the fool. Maybe I can just wait another 30 days or so, so I can get the hell out of here and rid myself of these horror stories.
What boggles the mind of your's truly, is how one can survive watching TV all day long, while not working at all. Ok, I can see if you try to look for a job, but when you cannot score an interview for an entry level sales job, well, you got serious issues. So, there he is, weekday after weekday, sitting on his couch, watching pointless sports programs. I k now he doesn't leave because the mail is untouched, and the door lock is locked, which I know he does NOT lock. Perfect day to go out if I was home doing nothing, but I'd rather sit and watch the already dry paint on my wall, dry some more.
Maybe I can get some acting classes from him. Yesterday's scene of "Homerun in the 9th" may be able to snag me an Emmy, but I'll pass. Maybe I can win an award for saving my house from a fire numerous times by turning off the oven or toaster over when it is left on for hours by the fool. Maybe I can just wait another 30 days or so, so I can get the hell out of here and rid myself of these horror stories.