This or That, 5/27/03
1. Do you prefer silence or do you like background sound (music, TV, etc)? Background sound, most often music, but TV when Brett is off at NERO. I also need background sound and occasionally music to fall asleep.
2. Bathe/shower in morning or evening? Shower in the morning, most often, but I've also been showering in the late afternoon/early evening because it's starting to get warm again, and our apartment is just so freaking HOT.
3. Sleeping in complete darkness, or with a nightlight on? I'd like to be able to sleep in complete darkness--would rather do so. We're right off a parking lot, though, so we get streetlight glare...and there's nowhere to find complete darkness in this highly urban area unless you have no windows.
4. Lay out clothes the night before, or just grab what's closest in the morning? Grab what's closest in the morning. Laying out clothes is just too organized. :)
5. Hang up/fold clothes neatly, or just toss them wherever? Uh. Well. Considering the pile of unfolded laundry in the bedroom...?
6. Work out at a gym, or at home on your own (or do you not bother with exercise)? At home (sort of) on my own. The skating thing, you know.
7. Talk on the phone, or via IM/e-mail? Email, unless with my mom, then phone.
8. Are you usually on time, or late? I am obsessive about being on time, and usually get places early (thus I am at work at 4:40am when my shift does not start til 5). I think the only thing I hate more than being late is throwing up.
9. Spendthrift or frugal? I *try* to be frugal. Doesn't necessarily work.
10. Thought-Provoking Question of the Week: You work with someone who is not in the habit of bathing regularly. The smell seems to be getting worse and worse! Would you: 1. try to do something about it, or 2. try to grin and bear it? If you said 1, what would you do? Erg. Well. Funnily enough, something like this has happened to me...more than once. Since there are no windows to open here, though, I'd either say something about it, ask Nasser to say something about it, or start bringing in homemade soap--hinthint! :) (Want more? See under the cut.)
The remainder of the answer to question 10:
When I was working in Seattle, I worked swing shift for awhile, til some guy pulled a gun on a bus I was riding home one night, and a woman got mugged at the bus stop one up from mine downtown. Anyway, one of the women who worked on the swing shift with us was...well. Fragrant. A few people complained, but it was mostly all of us just grousing, because we never had the balls to do anything about it. One night, though, I had to sit at her desk, and by the time I left, I just felt totally unclean. The keyboard was brown, there was an oil spot on the back of the chair from her hair when she leaned back, and the whole cube just carried this aura of...ew. So, I went to my boss and asked her to bring it up--which she did, but it never worked. I guess Carol was one of those people who was just stinky. That or she never bothered to shower even after being asked to.
I've also mentioned this before, but wow, the first people I lived with when I moved out here. At first, it wasn't that big a deal, but then we gained another roommate. In the five months that I lived there while he was there, he only showered twice, and I have no idea whether he washed his clothes. Brian (mysticmoose over on LJ) might remember Joel from the Thanksgiving at Lynette and Bobby's--he mentioned later how the guy's jeans seemed sort of...crusty. I guess I should also mention the hair that was practically down to the guy's butt, plus the straggly beard, eh? The two times he showered, he did so because one of our other roommates reminded him to. I still can't fathom why someone would have to REMIND you to shower...I mean, basic hygiene? Ew. He slept on a couch I'd brought with me when I moved from Seattle...which I didn't take with me when I left. I never did anything about this one, though, because I felt like my position at the apartment was kind of tenuous, at best, and I really didn't want to lose what living space I had down here. When I had a chance to leave in February (after smelly boy's equally stinky and unwilling to shower girlfriend had arrived), I was out of there like a shot.
Funnily enough, when I moved in with other roommates in February, it was so I could work to get money to move back to Seattle. I met Brett about a year and a half later. Divine intervention?
Posted by Liz at May 28, 2003 05:11 AM