I see your hubby and raise you a boyfriend who, despite seeing an empty sink just waiting to be filled with dirty dishes (for lo, that is its purpose), will leave a dirty plate perched on the stove top.

I say threaten him with a beating, but that would be counterintuitive for y'all.

Tell him the next time he does this, you're hiding all his pretty clothes until he learns his lesson. BRING THE PAIN!

This is why I could not live with other people anymore.

Somewhat relatedly, I have a (male) friend at work, and sometimes I need to make requests for him to do things as part of his job. I often do this ahead of time (he does video set ups and such). And he always asks me to remind him, because he will never remember. And I want to kill him, because it is not my job to remind him to do his job!!! He doesn't keep a to do list or a calendar, which, fine, I don't do a very good job at, but when people ask me for things at my job, I am usually responsible for remembering to do them!

When I worked at a shelter for teens (12 to 18) some continued to go to school, but I was the teacher for those who couldn't continue to go. Granted, we weren't a psych facility (although we might as well have been; I was med-tech certified and we had out share of youth hauled off to the police station or to local youth psych facilities.)

My favorite was the girl who went around breaking things, including a glass picture frame and threatened to cut me with it. She didn't, but I got called a number of names, and when she dropped the glass, I got to put my appropriate restraint training into effect -- she was threatening other clients. As she was strapped to the gurney, I also got spit on.

Then I had to spend 2 hours documenting it. It was a day.

MsBelle that is quite an onerous list.

oh joy. employee I took the job duties of just told me she had a meeting with HR and she discussed not only her, but her thoughts on my job and how I am handling it and my personality. the fuck?! She freely told me this, because she doesn't at all see how this is not cool. She thinks she is helping. Because I do not disagree with her when she gives her opinion, she assumes that we agree on everything. So now I had to email HR and check in if I need to come over, I used the phrase "I am happiest to speak for myself". REALLY!!???

WTF? Not okay.

Yeah, that's uncool on a very large scale. I don't get how so many people are not only inappropriate, but *revel* in their inappropriateness as though it is the bomb-goddamn-diggety.

Tell him the next time he does this, you're hiding all his pretty clothes until he learns his lesson. BRING THE PAIN!

"Buddy, you are wearing sweatpants and a baggy Minnesota Vikings jersey until you put the damn plate in the sink that is 2 steps away from the stove. I mean it. Sweatpants! Now!"

(He has so many pretty clothes that it would require a black hole to hide them all. For real. I'm pretty sure he has more lady clothes than dude clothes, because when it comes to dude clothes, he is 110% indifferent, so he only needs 1 pair of jeans and 4 t-shirts [one of which is from 1983 (for real)].)

Oh good grief, msbelle. I mean, I guess better she mentioned it than you got blindsided with it later? But still.

I am not wanting to do the bits of my job I need to do (it's starting to actually kick in, the whole "that's MY responsibility" part). Eek.

I have weird systems for half-used things (clothes, plates) that I want to use/wear again, but don't want to put away with the clean things.

I am old enough that I feel I should've figured out a system for clothes that are not dirty but are not clean either. And yet I haven't, other than "look the jeans I was wearing yesterday are on the floor! I will wear them again!" Of course, these days the problem is, my jeans in one size, once I've worn them a few hours, are too big and fall way down my hips like I"m trying to sag pants and show underwear. But the jeans I have a size smaller than those are all too small and if I'm sitting make me feel like I'm being squeezed to death. Grrr!

Much ~ma continuing your way, msbelle.

We were all supposed to be on our way to London, but K started to cry about pain in her ears in the middle of the night and she has been grounded, so she and I are staying behind. To make it a little more onerous, I had to call half a dozen pharmacies before I found one with the prescription she needs. Heavy sigh, etc., etc., etc.

oh no, Sparky.