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27 January 2003 @ 05:07 pm
The ultimatum arrived today.

Well, actually, it was received today. She leaves notes, rather than threaten me to my face, so it's hard to say when it actually, technically arrived.


Today when I got home from work (over 90 minutes late), I found a note on my door from my grandmother.


"Joel, this room needs to be cleaned or find another place to live."


Honestly, this wouldn't bother me if the room were in the middle of a thoroughfare. When I lived downstairs in the middle of the hallway that everyone passed by, it made total sense. But now that I live upstairs (she's not supposed to climb stairs) at the end of the hall with nothing else past me, or even as far as me, where she has absolutely no reason to ever see or show my room at all, it bothers me. Yes, it's reasonable for her to want her house clean. Yes, she's been telling me to clean my room for months. Hell, for as long as I've lived here. But really, who does it hurt? If no one but myself and people I specifically invite (all of whom already know how I live) has absolutely no reason to ever know the state of my living quarters, why force conditions on me, other than because she can?

I'm bitching with no justification. But that's what LJ's for, right?