Round 2

Oh my Stupid Roommates!!!! There were 2 rules they had to follow:

1. The only sitting chair in the cabin is NOT YOUR CLOSET! Put that shit somewhere else.
2. The TV has to be turned off by 2 a.m.

Both of these rules Fuckwits screwed up 4 days after the pow wow. I went to Chef Frank and told him to remind them about the two rules. He immediately got on the phone and called who ever. That night my roommates in a panic requested a "Roommate Meeting". I agreed to 6 p.m. the following evening.

Next evening, Chef Smelly Ass changed my schedule, so I couldn't meet at 6. I hunt down the Fuckwits to ask about rescheduling to 7p.m. Oh my god, the meltdown was incredible to watch! I was screamed at, "IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU!!! CHEF ERIC SAID I HAD TO MEET WITH YOU TODAY AT 6 P.M." This was followed with a quivering chin and watery eyes and Fuckwit #1 stomped down the hallway.

I was in awe! Somebody was really, really nervous about being under the gun. So, I called my Chef told him I'd be meeting with my roomies and would work later than my usual time.

What came out of that meeting was, I discovered my roommates are retarded. I'm not being mean or facetious, just stating a fact. They have the IQ of 84 pts. I didn't know they were mentally retarded, now I know what I'm dealing with, I can cut them some slack.

We're all the best of friends now, but they still don't know what to do when they see me in the hallways 389 times a day. I've drawn the line, I ain't sayin' hello or waving - damn I have to sleep with them isn't that enough?