To dilly-dally is divine.
Whither ginger? Refrigerator politics and the displacement of identity and the self in communal living
Published Thursday, August 04, 2005 by dee | E-mail this post
Yesterday, my jar of crushed ginger occupied an inconspicuous position on the condiment shelf of the refrigerator door. Today, my new housemate has taken over that tiny spot in the fridge – by replacing it with his own container of, yes, crushed ginger. Now my ginger jar sits in the middle of the first shelf, next to the seldom-used unsalted butter. KNN! You think your halia better than mine, is it? What next, all my groceries now doomed to the back of the third shelf? Snarl.
So am I being over-sensitive? Petty? Boh liao? A grumpy, unemployed moron? Definitely – but fuck me if this isn’t a sign of disrespecting my own space and status as lowly tenant. So... I’ve since asserted my rent-paying position by moving my kaya and chocolate to the front of the second shelf, at eye-level.
Anyway, here's a link – bash.org – from mrbrown. Funny stuff, this bash. It’s a database of really funny quotes taken from IRC channels. Worth a look.
So am I being over-sensitive? Petty? Boh liao? A grumpy, unemployed moron? Definitely – but fuck me if this isn’t a sign of disrespecting my own space and status as lowly tenant. So... I’ve since asserted my rent-paying position by moving my kaya and chocolate to the front of the second shelf, at eye-level.
Anyway, here's a link – bash.org – from mrbrown. Funny stuff, this bash. It’s a database of really funny quotes taken from IRC channels. Worth a look.
aiyoh! I'm about to move as well... and i'm a self-confessed shelf hogger...
Remind me never to rearrange any of your things when I visit your house. That said, I do like to pinch bits of your bath products when I come over.