On this particular day, she had left the kitchen and entryway lights on (as pictured).
I had decided that I was no longer going to tip-toe around her in an attempt to salvage some kind of civil relationship since there's no reason to be nice to someone who hates me for no reason. Yeah it was awesome. Every time I attempted to patch up whatever I didn't-know-I-did-wrong, a couple of weeks would go by until she started giving me the silent treatment for, again, no reason. I'm sorry if you're not 100% happy with you're life, that's no reason to make our living situation so uncomfortable. Anyway, so when I got to work I updated my Facebook status:
|Yep, went all the way back to April in on my wall to take a screen shot of this.|
I felt that this was safe way to express my frustration that would not cause any more tension. I didn't call her out to her face, or write it on the dry erase board (every time I asked her do to something that way she freaked out as if I had just screamed it in her face).
But I did it on Facebook... where she saw it... And I knew it was a possibility but I had chosen not to care... And I guess she didn't appreciate it. Even though I wasn't really calling her out.
By the way, I also loved how she would complain all the time about not having money but then regularly adds hours of lighting to our electric bill. No, it's not making our bill crazy high or anything, I just don't understand how is the concept of not spending money she doesn't have to such a foreign idea to her... when she works in finance!!!! I've mentioned this before. Not to mention the complete lack of being green which is the actual reason it bothered me. I realize now that I failed to mention that before so I just sound like I'm ranting because I hate illuminated rooms.
So yes she saw it, and yes she overreacted and yes she decided to respond. And she did it just as passive aggressively. Her super-mature response to my calling her out on an immature bad habit was: Da ta da!: To turn on every light in our apartment before leaving for work which I would come home to.
I would say that I had my vengeance. I had to put up with her leaving lights on all the time and she lost hall light privileges.