A sunday whinge

Its yet another sunny and warm sunday afternoon, its nice to sleep in my own bed the past 2 nights.

Hard to believe a week went by in the blink of an eye. Well to be honest it wasn't really a blink; more like a slow stabbing eyesore of a week.

I didn't get any time to blog while away, Brisbane was a nightmare with crazy 12hour days in a cramped office overseeing a bunch of indian programmers writing the programs to extract and convert the data. It was particularly frustrating because everything was barely holding in at the seams, most of these muppets aren't very experienced programmers and when things aren't working, nobody raises their hand up until the last minute!
Coupled with the fact that there were only a limited number of PCs which I had to share and it was impossible to work with a laptop on my knees, it feels like a futile exercise to go up there, hold their hands and answer the painfully obvious questions all day long.

Enough work talk now, I've got other stuff to whinge about.

As mentioned last week, me and Pat decided to kick our new housemate Samantha out.

We found her through a flatmate finders website which we've all used to get where we are now. Through the site, I found Lisa a year ago and we found Pat a few months later.
We were the perfect happy household that felt like a family.
Then in October, Lisa moved out with her partner Dave and we lost a fantastic housemate and dear friend. We then advertised on the website and did the interview rounds with potential applicants. The top few which we wanted to offer the room to either declined or found someplace else and I was the one who convinced Pat that we should take Sam because she seemed funny and down to earth although a little loud.

Turns out my gut instinct was terribly off the mark as you don't really know someone until you live with them.
In the 3 weeks she lived here, Sam:

• Sat out in the outdoor garden with her friends, got drunk and loud while chain-smoking
  
• Yelled drunken hellos at neighbours walking by
  
• Left a mess of empty wine bottles, glasses and filled ashtrays for us to clean up
• Left the bathroom in an absolute mess of hair, makeup and wet puddles
  
• Fried fish and made the whole house stink of fish for a week
• Left the frying pan full of burnt crap stuck to it soaking for more than a day
• Put a metal scourer to my non-stick frying pan to remove the burnt crap and successfully removed the Teflon as well
• Broken glass on the floor
• Dirt trails on the carpets
• Wet laundry left to dry all over the laundry area
• And finally earning us a warning letter from the body corporate and building manager because of numerous complaints against our unit from the residents in other blocks
  

So enough was enough, Pat called me while at work one day and suggested that we could get rid of her, to which I whole-heartily agreed and we ripped up the rental and bond agreement forms with her name on which we haven't handed in yet; sat her down and told her to start finding somewhere else to live as it wasn't going to work out.
2 weeks later she is gone, the house is nice and clean again and it feels great to come home now.

We ran the ad in the flatmates website again, interviewed some people and 2 days ago we accepted Emily, a soft spoken kindergarten teacher as our new flatmate!