manic monday, and thursday fri sat...you get the idea

so i've learned an important lesson this week. never trust your instincts about certain people, especially when their culture and behaviour are shaped by the family upbringing, by and large what they've come to expect of people in terms of favours and paying forward.

in a moment of generous oversight, i opened my home to a certain ex-colleague whom i considered a friend, one whom i trusted with my secrets and so i suppose my home would be naturally a part of this trust.

wrong.

not only did she display sheer inconsiderate behaviour from the start of not confirming her flight details and only after trying to reach her on fb message, she calls me close to bedtime to inform me she had landed in the afternoon and only to confirm her staying over hours later after arriving.

then the next day i find parts of herself, clothes personal effects and such strewn in my kids' room and bed. i came back with lunch for her and she had left to run errands far from home without so much as a note. thinking she had left, i tidied up and set up her place on the couch for her to crash because my kids would be home that evening. she returns in the afternoon and proceeds to sleep in jill's bed before her evening conference.

the next day she wakes with a fever to which i suspect has to do with exhaustion from jetlag and sleep deprivation. this could've been avoided i find out later had she taken the university's offer of 30bucks/nite accomodations. you saw that right. 30fuckingbucks. this was probably less than the cab rides etc. then she leaves the utilities, lights, fans, heater on after using and goes off without checking.

if you think i sound petty at this point, i will get worse. so the final evening of her conference she texts me close to bedtime again informing me she's crashing at her friend's room on campus. this after i had left my door perpetually unlocked in case she returned earlier when i wasn't home. and of course to complete her nightmarish houseguest manners, she books three different cabs on my landline and not informing me leaves for good and having my home and handphone ringing off the hook from the respective cab companies possibly annoyed by her no-shows coz it turns out (which i find out later at night) that she had flagged one down after all.

OMFG

this has put a final end to my patience and hence friendship. i won't even be surprised if the next phone bill shows up with long-distance or hour long calls on it. never again. and you can go fuck yourself if you think i'd ever entertain the thought of another stay-over. i'd rather let a vagrant into my home first.

and don't let me get started about the privacy invasion of my kids...