I really AM nice, until you piss me off....

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a conference for a thing I do.

Thursday as I was leaving for the airport, the chick that was supposed to room with me called to tell me she was going to go. I was kinda bummed, but then looked at the positive, I was going to get the room all to myself.


So I get to the hotel and scatter my crap all over EVERYWHERE! All my bathroom stuff was all over the counter, my clothes were thrown all over both beds. I was happy!! Hell, I even jumped one bed and then jumped back and forth on the beds because I hadn't done it since I was a kid and it was fun as hell!


After the cocktail party Thursday night, I hit the bed. I had the room all to myself, so I watched what i wanted to and walked around in my undies. It was just a little lonely and when talking to the hubs on the phone before bed, I may have commented that I wished that I had someone to talk to. (should have kept my damn mouth shut!!!)



The next morning I had one of the HQ ladies as me if I would mind getting a roomie. The roomie the lady had snored and this chick couldn't stand another night in the same room with her.

Don't you love when someone asks you a question and you feel obligated to say yes? Yeah, i got duped.


My new roommate was a roomie from HELL. Complete, total, and without a doubt one of the biggest bitches I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

I had gone to the trouble of cleaning up the room and putting all my stuff in my bag on my bed (next to the window). This "Lady" comes in and starts bitching about needing the bed next to the window b/c she couldn't sleep next to the door. I simply headed that one off with a "well I've already slept in this one and they didn't change the sheets so I'll just stay here". Bitch wasn't getting my bed.

Then the questions started. I shit you not this is one of the conversations we had.

Her: "So where are you from?"

Me: "I'm from TN"

Her: "Oh that's great. I'm from New York City"

Me: "Oh thats cool"

Awkward silence since I don't know shit about this lady other than she wanted my bed and is now pissed b/c I wouldn't give it up.

Her: "So are you one of those crazy ass Southern people that makes their kids say yes ma'am and no sir and ask for permission to get up from the table?"

Me: Wondering if she has just insulted me by asking this question. "Yes, I DO make my children use manners. Why does that make me a crazy ass?"

Her: "Oh that just takes the freedom and independence away from kids. They should be allowed to come and go from the table as they please. You really shouldn't make them do that. It's just stupid."

Me: "Oh." (I should mention here that I have that southern girl charm. You piss me off enough and I don't get hateful, I get sweet. I'm talking sweet enough to kill you with the syrup dripping from my voice.) "Well, where I am from, we teach our children manners. I also don't happen to think that having my children sit and eat their dinner without them running around and not eating it a bad thing. But to each their own."

She proceeded to spew word vomit insulting me from what I fed my children (which was evidently too much meat) to my weight and even how I dressed (jeans and a t-shirt were not staples in her wardrobe).

I finally just avoided the hell out of her. I didn't say one nasty thing to her.......until 1:30 am Sunday morning.

I had been down to the bar with a group and sat around talking. I was ready for bed as I was flying out early. I decided to head up to my room about 12:30a. I get in and she is frantically trying to cram all her shit into her small suitcase...... on my bed. She had all her crap all over everywhere and had to use my bed to have room to pack. I simply asked how long it was going to take her, and you would have thought I had just insulted her! She informed me that she would be done when she was done and I just needed to find something to do until she was done.

Now. Lets just recap. Her crap is on MY BED. I had LET HER swap rooms and stay in MY ROOM that was booked with MY CREDIT CARD. She has just told me that I needed to FIND SOMETHING TO DO AT FREAKING 12:30 IN THE MORNING!!!!

I decide that it wasn't worth an argument. I texted a friend and went up to her room and helped her pack. I stayed for about an hour but was really ready for bed. I figured there had been enough time for bitch to finish so I went back to my room.

I open the door and she is sitting on her bed talking on the phone and all her crap is ..... STILL ON MY BED!! I mouthed at her and asked her if she was almost done and the bitch turned her back on me!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I bit my tongue, got my pj's out of my bag, went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I went back into the room and she is still sitting there on the phone. It looks like she hasn't backed a freaking thing since i left. I started to just move her stuff over on the bed and then decide that that was just too damn nice. I picked up her crap, shoved it in her bag, picked her bag up and proceeded to drop it all in the floor at the foot of the bed. I then ever so politely informed her that I was going to bed and if she wanted to talk on the phone, she needed to go elsewhere. She hung up the phone, picked up her stuff and finished packing without saying a word. I had climbed in bed and turned my light off. She puttered around for a few more minutes and then got in bed. Not a word was said between the two of us. She got up before me and I didn't even hear her until the door shut behind her as she left.


I think she may have gotten the point that I was pissed.