I live in a spacious villa with four other people. Funny how the presence of people with negative aura can make you feel suffocated in such an open space.
My roommate is lovely. I thank my lucky stars for her. She’s always upbeat and is super passionate about her guests, like me. She’s the definition of cool.
There’s one from Mautitius. Love the accent but I am not too keen on her. But she’s such a fashionista.
There’s another girl from housekeeping who I don’t know well and have no intention of having any further interaction/s at all.
And then there’s Monkey:
I don’t know why but for some reason she hates me. Doesn’t talk to me at all and I fail to understand how I may have pissed her. I mean, we work in separate buildings for fuck’s sake.
She complained once to the HR that I don’t clean. Which was an absolute fucking lie. I had cleaned the previous day. Next time, I’ll snap chat the whole damn thing. (Kidding, I am not on snap chat.)
And just thirty minutes ago she complained to my kind-of boss about my friend and I sitting in the lounge watching theory of everything.
Apparently, it was too late for people of two opposite sex to be sitting in the same place at this devilish hour.
So I called my kind-of boss and he starts with the Pakistani dramatic line “Oh I’m like your brother, I would never guide you wrong..” and I automatically tuned out.
That’s such bull. Any brother of mine would have some bits of the same DNA that I do and by that principle would have the BALLS to back up his own sister.
And you know I actually read their Rule Book -that btw no one fucking follows. And it says everyone should be back in their own villas by 1:00a.m.
It wasn’t 1:00 a.m.
And why did she call my kind-of boss? What, she’s scared I am going to argue? She’s scared I am going to beat her up?
AND she can have the entire Indian army at our villa. Everyone from the bus driver to the chef can be found at our villa, all the time. But god forbid, I invite someone to watch a super clean movie with not even a single sex scene, all hell breaks loose.
I have thought of some plausible reasons she hates my guts:
- She thinks I am prettier than her. (True, but I am going to try and not sound like a narcissist.)
- She’s not getting laid and is frustrated.(Very likely.)
- She hasn’t got a life. (Very likely also)
- Her (non-existent)bf told her he wants to bone me. (Possible?)
- She doesn’t like me because really she’s just insecure about herself. (On point.)
- She doesn’t like anyone, period.(50/50)
And what is the best way of revenge anyway?
If you say something, you’re going to make things worse.
If you don’t say anything, you’re a coward.
If you beat her up, you’ll be terminated.
If you torture her mentally, well that’s bullying isn’t it?
So what is the best revenge? Just pray that she gets her ankle twisted?
What is so wrong with having a face to face confrontation? If she would have just said it to my face, nicely, of course, I really wouldn’t have cared. I would have actually appreciated that. That’s more grown-upy thing to do you know.
Rather than whatsapping my kind-of boss in the middle of the night.
You know I could go to her boss tomorrow morning and bitch about her but then that would mean that Monkey and I are on the same wavelength mentally which we are clearly not.
So what do yo think? Why does Monkey hate me? Also, what IS the best way for revenge?