So, Edi arrived safe and sound. As I said, he’s a nice guy, but I didn’t realize just what his personality was like that first day. Now I know a little better.
He’d started off by walking around the flat, checking everything out – you know, getting the lay of the land. When he saw Z’s room, he grunted. When he saw mine, he stopped and entered. Apparently, I’m really tidy. Now, I know those of you who know me well – and my abyss – are laughing to the point of crying. I am not a tidy person, nor am I all that organized when it comes to cleanliness.
Anyways, Edi remarked that his room would never be as clean as mine, and I said that was fine. Then he expanded by saying, not only is he messy, but he’s kinda lazy. Well, we’re a bunch of 20-something men; I don’t really expect any of us to be household gods. I kinda shrugged it off and went about doing my thing.
The next day, Tuesday, I was up and about to run some messages before having to get down to the uni for my 12:30 meeting – as elaborated last post: “Tuesday: Of the MLitt Programme”. Anyways, that evening, there was an event at the res bar, and we all figured we’d go down and check it out – maybe meet new people.
Well, we decided to leave the dorm around 7:45. We’d order some food, eat a bit and head to the party at 8ish. When Z and I were ready to leave, Edi waved us off, saying he needed another 5 minutes and he’d meet us at the food. Well….. he showed up 25 minutes later, and then it was only to tell us he was headed somewhere else first and would be back in 10 minutes.
30 minutes after that he was back. Z and I had already finished eating, and wanted to go. But no, Edi wanted food. He wanted to know why we hadn’t waited for him. When I told him we had waited 30 minutes for him before we ate, he just looked confused. When I then pointed out he was an hour late, he acted like it was no big deal. Z and I bitched him out. It was not pretty. We finally got to the party around 9:45. The party was forgettable and boring as all heck. We left 10 minutes later. Had Z and I known, it’d have saved us about an hour of boredom.
Today (Wednesday) Edi and I agreed to go down to the city centre. Edi needed plates, pillows, etc, and didn’t know where to find everything. He said he wanted to leave here at 9ish, but when I knocked on his door at 10, he was still sleeping. He was all sorry, but then he wasted another 45 minutes showering and getting ready. Now, it meant nothing to me, but he had to be back at uni for a 1:00 meeting… I told him that we’d have to go on Thursday because we’d never get down to the city, accomplish his list of tasks, and have enough time to get back for his meeting. He threw a little of a tizzy and we were off; him saying he’d pay for a taxi on the way back.
Well, we got down to the city, and our first stop was at Marks and Spencer so he could convert his money. The kicker to this? He made me do the translation. He wanted me to listen to the Scots teller and then translate it to Spanish so he could “make sure he understood” what the teller was saying. Fine, whatever. But then he did the same thing at every store we hit. He didn’t end up getting a cab for us, and I had to make the walk back up. At the uni, before he went to his meeting, he handed over all his purchases and wanted me to carry them up the hill the rest of the way for him. He also wanted me to go do the groceries alone (which he was supposed to help me with). He claimed he’d not have time to do it, as his meetings would last for a while. I agreed since I was hungry and we needed food anyways. He gave me two items for the list, and some money, just to make sure I had enough. Well, up the hill I went, to drop off his shit and work on getting the things I’d wanted to do in the city when I’d thought we would have enough time.
So, after going back to res, I went down to the uni to start work on some assignments, and then off to the city I was, armed with the paperwork to open my bank account and get on getting money.
The banking didn’t work out, so I need to take care of that on Thursday. I did stop at the grocers and bought some food – not tons since I didn’t have a lot of money, and because I didn’t know what everyone wanted. When I got back to the res (wherein my legs died from walking so damn far) I put away the food and started on supper.
Z was grateful and ate what I made (picking out a few things he didn’t like, so I’ll just not add them next time). Edi had a fit because he didn’t like what I’d made – he didn’t even try eating it, just saw what it was and fired off. Then he complained that I didn’t get his favorite cereal. I’d not known what he liked. All he told me to buy was sugar and banana milk – which I did.
I have a feeling that Edi will be somewhat of a pain when it comes to the domestic sphere. Z and I will be fine, but Edi is going to drive me to drink.
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