Today I was replying to a comment someone left me on yesterdays journal. As I was about to send it, a breaker tripped killing my pc and lights. I knew what had happened and why so I sat there not flipping it back right away knowing whoever did it would also be at least somewhat irritated. I thought I'd just let it play out. I sat for about 3 minutes but nothing happened. (The breaker panel is in my room coincidentally and conveniently)
I walked to the door to listen for noise and heard running water. The woman had just left the kitchen after blowing the circuit and decided to take a shower. Guess what I did? Opened the panel and shut the whole god damned basement down, bathroom lights, water pump...
SHE FREAKED!!!!!!! I was bursting with laughter behind my door, covering my mouth so she wouldn't hear me. She was running around muttering to herself all flustered at what was going on. Eventually they came to my room and I had to open the door. I said she must have blown another circuit because my pc died as well. She did it yesterday too. I said I would fix it so so no one knew I'd flipped most of the breakers.
For some reason ALL of the windows are open now and it's 14 degrees in here now. I have closed them twice. I don't know if this is reverse psychology or what but I'm leaving in 3 hours and have my own small space heater for my room.
She's obsessing about a burned out light bulb in the kitchen now. She's come to get me twice claiming that it's "depressing her". I could have fixed but didn't. If that's the kind of stuff that upsets her...well, I can work with that.
I'm nobodies doormat.