Good Riddance (Living with Bethany, Part II)

In the time between this post and my last post, the monster that has come by the name of Bethany has left us. And while we are still shaky from the memories she left behind, we are more peaceful and happy knowing she's in a better place.


Rehab.


Ha! Got you! You thought she died - well she didn't. She left, and that's a party in itself.


Even though she is gone, I figured I should still finish this. So without further ado, I present 


Living with Bethany, Part II - The Final Encounter.





(Dishes)
Bethany might be retarded. My reasoning for this is because when I do the dishes, I put them all away in their respective spots. I have all of the glasses arranged by the sets they came in, and they all are put in upside down to keep dust from getting inside the glass. The bowls are stacked according to size for optimal space saving and the plastic cups are arranged according to size.


When Bethany attempts putting away the dishes, she puts them wherever they will fit. I find bowls where the glasses should go and the glasses that she put away are always out of order. She just throws every thing around, disrupting the order.


This goes back to my retardation theory. You know those tests they give children at an early age? You know, the ones with 'find the pattern' or 'what doesn't belong?' She fails at both of those test since she can neither realize the pattern there is to the way the dishes I've sorted and also because she cannot tell what does not belong (remember, she put the bowls with the cups).

(Housekeeping)
On the rare occasion that Bethany chooses to try and pick up after herself like the adult she is supposed to be, she often flakes out towards the end and I'm left to finish the job for her. Bethany once tried to clean the bathroom. She may have even done her possible best, but I really don't care about that; I just want a clean bathroom.

She sprayed the shower with a bunch of disinfectant but failed to scrub off the nasties that a shower usually contains. And after the whole ordeal was done with, she left all of the cleaning supplies in there. I wondered if she would ever pick them up (which is a stupid question when I look back on it). Those chemicals sat there for about a week because I was being stubborn about not cleaning up after her.

 I finally broke because the last hand towel (which I just put on the towel rack) fell off of the rack and into the old bucket of mop water - which meant I had to do both the laundry and clean up the bathroom. After I was done properly cleaning the bathroom, Bethany had the audacity to ask if I would finish up so she could take a shower.

Rage boiled up inside me.

The only reason I cleaned the bathroom that night was so that I could take the first shower, and I was going to fight for that dammit. So I said no and explained to her why - in the most polite way possible.

I still have a problem telling people I have problem with them, but on a positive note I got the first shower - yay!

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I have a feeling that she may just be playing stupid sometimes.

Of course then I always remind myself that she is, in fact, stupid and then curse my living conditions.

She's smart enough to vacuum which you think would be good, but she doesn't grasp the finer details of vacuum ownership. Such as emptying the debris container.

She asked me why the vacuum wasn't working and the first thing I noticed was that the debris container was overflowing. So much that it was starting to clog the filter, which I also had to clean out.

She attempting finishing the work when I returned the vacuum to her. Key word attempt.

You know those hose attachments that all vacuums come with? The ones that if you leave them unattached, the floor vacuum just doesn't work? Well she left it off while she vacuumed and filled the whole room with dust. I only noticed because I could smell dirt wafting from where I was across the house. Then the sneezing (I'm allergic to dust, well dust mites, but as the name implies - those two are often found together). After the dust literally settles, I go in there to clean up the mess she's gone and made...

(Dishes, Part II)

Going back again to the dishes again (it's a sore subject with me), lets go to how she washes dishes.

Poorly.

Many times she will leave dishes in the sink for days before she finally does them, we've already covered this, but when she finally cleans them they are even more dirty than before.

I had a glass I used for water in there and when I went to get it off of the drainboard it was all greasy and I had to rewash all of the dishes.

For some reason re-washing the dishes is a lot more tedious than washing them if they were dirty. I think it's because you know you're only here because someone else is too incapable to actually wash dishes the right way so you're here to do it all over again. 

(Consideration for others)

We keep our toothbrushes in our bathroom medicine cabinet. We don't use any fancy toothbrush holders or anything, we just put them in a plastic cup. 

Bethany seemed to think that leaving her toothbrush next to the sink was a bad idea, seeing as it was getting covered in soap, so she decided to take action in her own way. I come home from work, intent on getting washed up so I can go to bed, when I open the medicine cabinet I find her toothbrush in my cup laying right on my toothbrush.

EWW!!!

This is after her recently going to the doctor for her sickness - which has been going on for the past two weeks. 

She had an upper respiratory infection, and she was putting her toothbrush with mine. 

Enough was enough. I went into the living room to confront her about it. I told her that my cup was not a place for her toothbrush and that I didn't appreciate being exposed to her ailments due to her negligent practices.

At first she looked at me confused like I was speaking something other than English, then asked me what else she was supposed to do. Apparently we should have provided her with a cup for her toothbrush- at least that is what she said. I finally snapped and told her if she was able to bring a cup into the shower like a big girl (by the way, our shower head is detachable so the point is moot), she is just as capable of bringing a cup for her toothbrush.

I figured that the conversation was done with but a few days later I was talking to the neighbor who was friends with Bethany (not really) and she told me that I blew up at Bethany for no reason.

Apparently Bethany told her that I gave her the okay for her to use my cup (Really? What the fuck?) and that I just blew up at her when I found out about it. Bethany was probably so drunk she thought she had a conversation with me about this, but who really knows what goes on in her head.