I write, but I cannot even read my own blog

My good karma deed for my roommate has turned into a slightly mental nightmare for myself. Sorry if below becomes an epic story.

So I got this full time 2month contract writing/editing job across the street where I live, helping them revamp their content. The boss is a little high strung, stressed, a bit of a workaholic, and semi single(which sort of explains it all) in her late 30's, early 40's probably. After day 2 or 3 being there, she asked me (as she was placing an ad for a long term position) if I knew of any other foreigners looking for a job, and as roommate whined of needing a job and asked me if they were looking for anyone else at my place, I felt this haunting conscience looming over me and thus I gave my boss her name. By wednesday, resume is sent and boss nitpicking at it and all and I just told her I don't like to be affiliated with the position picking process, Thursday there was an interview, roommate was hired as also a full timer (at first I thought the position my boss had in mind was a part time), and Friday I realized as roommate has her first day of work, I not only lose my personal online life as my boss has me on her msn and skype, but I also have to see roommate for more the the typical 1-2hrs of my life each day before I go to sleep. (I basically am out after work till 10:30 or 11 so I can prevent having to spent 3-4hrs talking to her after work).

So yesterday (Friday) after our first day of work today and she rehashes about my boss's insanity (she pretty much is but I like to keep the term for her diplomatic) I realized how if I had to deal with thinking about my boss during work, and then hearing more about her after work, I will go insane. Oh yes, and the fact since roommate is "easily influenced" well, my boss's hostile or irritated attitude has quickly rubbed upon her within a day, while I still try to keep a level head and not contract the crazy personality.

And I asked roommate if I could have one of her reliable teaching contacts to see if they were hiring and so I can make a bit more of side money to sustain myself. And she goes "Oh I can't give you james since he rarely gives me any (aka I have the potential threat of one less job for her)." But she's more than willing to give me the sketchy contacts where there is a potential I may not get paid in the end. It was then I realized how I was nice enough to get her a stable 5,000rmb/month job, and I don't get the same "I scratch your back, you scratch mine" type of help in return. And I wasn't even really thinking of calling the guy except it was nice to have that option.

In a way, that was the same way she treated the city weekend job when I asked her if she could find me an opening there. Oh yes, there's more. So after I realized I did not think I could stay sane with seeing roommate at work and dealing with hearing/thinking of my boss for more than my 9-5work hours, I basically told her that if I get offered the other 8 day teaching job in July, I will do that instead and tell the boss that I personally feel uncomfortable or something like that with dealing with my roommate for more than necessary at home and it is my own issue. Sort of like having to work together with your husband and then seeing him at home? The fact where work and personal life have fine lines. And after I said that she completely went ballistic and was like "STEPHANIE YOU CANNOT SAY THAT!!!" and just went off about how that would reflect on her blah blah.

And I'm just silent thinking whatever since I really don't have to deal with her when it comes down to my decisions. Usually it takes about 3 months before I get sick of a roommate, but honestly by now I'm quite irritated with her on the inside, while keeping a pretty indifferent outlook on the outside. Her money comes and goes like a gambler somehow, and yesterday she was completely broke. I have run out of places in the area to wander to, since I frequent sculpting in time way too much. It feels like I am constantly trying to escape from my surroundings and find a brighter place to hide. Oh yes, my roommate doesn't like the sunlight so the living room curtains are always shut when she's around and it adds to the depression of the shithole I live in. This girl is testing my patience and this is the second time within a 3 week period that she has definitely ticked me off for someone who doesn't generally get irritated about such issues.