My hopes were alone in the desolate night sky / They soared high until they were crushed

It's good to be back. Hn. When I went into the kitchen yesterday to unpack my shopping, three of my flat mates were sitting in there talking. And clearly it was too much effort to say anything other then "hello", which they only did after I greeted them. Cliques are so annoying.

And then, once all the flatmates were back, a flat meeting was called. We have had several of these in the past, enough that I now dread them when someone knocks on my door asking if I'm busy, as I'm wanted in the kitchen. It's always the same; Nena bitching about how she's the only one who ever does the cleaning. Our survey says....ah-ah. The rest of us do plenty of cleaning thanks (except maybe Winky, I'm not too sure what happens with her). It's just that when Nena does the cleaning, she does everything, rather than just two or three things that need doing according to the rota, which was what we all agreed we would do when we first decided to do a cleaning rota. So of course this means that nothing gets done for a couple of days, because there's no point cleaning stuff which has only just been cleaned, and before anyone else can do something, there's Nena whining that she's the only one who ever cleans. Yeah, doesn't make much sense to me either.

And then of course there's the fact that Winky and I are rarely even in the flat/don't use the communal area apart from to cook food. I don't even remember the last time I sat and watched the tv (even though I paid my share of the license), or even ate my meal at the table. Meanwhile the Golden Trio throw parties and lord knows what, leaving everything a mess, which I have cleaned up on numerous occasions. So basically I clean up after other people just to make sure I can't be told I'm not doing enough in the flat, only to still have to sit through "I'm not pointing fingers, but..." flat meetings. I'm not sure in what alternate universe this would be considered fair, but clearly this is where my flatmates hail from.

It's a shame that my first post after my easter break had to be one in which I whine and complain, but c'est la vie. At least it's something to talk about.