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Kommisar Kup
3 years ago
Well... things need to change.
On saturday I was at my PC, and down the stairs comes a person living here, who will be named "Commisar Kup". The self appointed Dictator of Dishes, The Czar of Cutlery themselves, decides it's my turn to be voulentold to take care of the dishes. And damned the populus, he was here to lay down HIS law.
For the past, quite a few years, I've been doing my own dishes. I have a small tub that can fit a few things in it in my room, and take it every once and a while to clean. When I do my dishes, I do ALL the dishes there that are in the sink, along with my own. In the dish washer, cleaned and put away when done, I do the dishes. This also includes pots and pans on the stove ect, when I do my dishes, I do all the dishes. So, I do my own thing, but also take care of the rest when it's time to do so.
A normal dish day for everyone here is usually a few cups, mugs, several plates and the silverware. A day or two can fill up the sink rather well, now having cooking implements and pans tossed in with the others. None of those dishes are mine however, as I clean what I use, pans, plates and such, and put them away in the kitchen. The rest of them I use are down in my basket. There are three other people here who make dishes, and what is in the sink at any given time, is nothing but those 3 other people, and none of them have yet done the dishes... This is a continual pattern that's spanned nearly as long as I got the little basket a few years ago.
Commisar Kup is 17, and works at a resteraunt, and has for a while. During the length of his work, he's made damned sure to let everyone know at HOME, that he does dishes all day, and therefore that means he should be exempt from doing them at home. Because he's sick of them, he's somehow the Czar of Cutlery.
This was what he was arguing over. I've explained this entire scenario, many times to him, and that just because you do something at work, that does not mean you are exempt from performing any work of the like when you are off. I do 'my fair share' of dishes Kommisar, so no, I will not do dishes. I tell him to leave, his reasons and argument are bullshit, and his emotion hatred of dishes is now making you angry.
He faffs off, leaves, goes back upstairs and into his room. Chill the hell out. But no, he's there for a few seconds and then walks out again, I can hear his angry footsteps stomping ont he wooden floors above, and soon the Kommisar is thundering down the stairs, with something from his room.
And this where the Dumbest of Fuckeries happens... He went to get an AK rifle from his room. I have a pistol within reach.
Now, my other brother that lives here has an AK rifle, 7.62 and all that jazz. I have another brother who lives with his family, and he also has an AK rifle. At that point in time, it was completely believable that the AK he was holding was an actual, functional rifle.
I took a second take, it wasn't raised, wasn't pointed. He was carrying it, and a further look revealed the AK to be plastic, orange/yellow scuffed, and the attachments and rails were not on any of my brother's AK's. It was an airsoft rifle. My pistol never moved, never drawn.
What a dumb motherfucker. Angry enough to STOP mid argument, grab a weapon and come back down here to argue MORE, but now 'armed'. There wasn't much else I could do at that point, but tell him to fuck off and go chill the fuck out. I'm trying to not to be aggressive, Airsoft pellets aren't much to contend with, rather it was the fact that he was so angry, he's decided to force someone into doing something... I was more... sad that he did it than anything, he didn't realize the entirety of his actions, nor take a breather and re-think his bullshit.
I told him one last time, he needed to fuck off and go away. Then proceeded to raise the airsoft rifle and shoot at me.
It was in that moment that all respect and trust was lost. Taking a vocal deal and crossing over into physical.
The shot missed and he ran the fuck back up to his room. I gave a conversation chase, yelling that he didn't realize what the fuck he just did. Told him I was done, at this moment he was ex-communicado. I'll not have anything to do with/for you from this moment on. I never ran up the stairs, and he brooded and stomped angrily in his room, above mine, so I could hear his angry ass.
He eventually did the dishes, and stomped more overhead quite a bit.
I let my father know what happened Sunday, the day after.
End bullshit event 1
Begin "Petty sniping war I want nothing to do with" ~ongoing
A day later, the keys to the truck I drive were gone. I always put them in one place, or they are in my pocket/truck. I need tires for my car, and am slowly working to getting a new set. In the mean time I drive a little truck. Of which, has been given to me to use, provided I take care of it. Now the keys are gone, and Kommisar is suspect #1.
Today, without a license, or insurance, my suspicions paid off. Both the Kommisar and the truck are gone!
I told him he'd have to walk to work now. So logically, 'steal' a truck to drive to work? It's not that far, .8 miles on the odometer and just down a large road nearby. Nothing stopping him from easily walking along the paved path all the way there. But naw, taking the car I drive, makes sense. It's sad. Especially since the person you did all this shit to is a mechanic. A locked cab, he has the keys. Shoot, if only there were some way... some fuel pump harness under the vehicle that could be unplugged, and the crank sensor too? The truck won't start if those things aren't connected...
Before the Kommisar and the truck were home, I again had a talk with my father. Who, as the first time, said nothing again. I asked he talk to the Kommisar, that what is going on is utter bullshit. But he fucked off to bed, even after a phonecall from my mother, who was being filled in along the way as well. Not his ponies, not his show I guess?
Tensions with the Kommisar remain high as today comes to a close... But the front has been quiet... Considering a withdraw from the warfront.
The only piece in this bullshit puzzle so far that WILL move is me... I do have a place to go to, but it's... under developed. XD A decent barn with a living room/bedroom. Running water and power, but nothing else. The farm HAS a charter rounded cone down the fence line of the property, but it's not run along the drive and the field to the barn.
It's spring, and the weather won't be an issue. But that puts me on a 'timer', have to build or buy another place, as well as get a job down there. If I need to go there, won't be able to do anything internet related until I get charter to run a line and set things up, or do some hub/phone thing with wireless. So, it will be quiet over here for a long while if I gotta do this.
But, if nothing else happens/moves, I have to...
On saturday I was at my PC, and down the stairs comes a person living here, who will be named "Commisar Kup". The self appointed Dictator of Dishes, The Czar of Cutlery themselves, decides it's my turn to be voulentold to take care of the dishes. And damned the populus, he was here to lay down HIS law.
For the past, quite a few years, I've been doing my own dishes. I have a small tub that can fit a few things in it in my room, and take it every once and a while to clean. When I do my dishes, I do ALL the dishes there that are in the sink, along with my own. In the dish washer, cleaned and put away when done, I do the dishes. This also includes pots and pans on the stove ect, when I do my dishes, I do all the dishes. So, I do my own thing, but also take care of the rest when it's time to do so.
A normal dish day for everyone here is usually a few cups, mugs, several plates and the silverware. A day or two can fill up the sink rather well, now having cooking implements and pans tossed in with the others. None of those dishes are mine however, as I clean what I use, pans, plates and such, and put them away in the kitchen. The rest of them I use are down in my basket. There are three other people here who make dishes, and what is in the sink at any given time, is nothing but those 3 other people, and none of them have yet done the dishes... This is a continual pattern that's spanned nearly as long as I got the little basket a few years ago.
Commisar Kup is 17, and works at a resteraunt, and has for a while. During the length of his work, he's made damned sure to let everyone know at HOME, that he does dishes all day, and therefore that means he should be exempt from doing them at home. Because he's sick of them, he's somehow the Czar of Cutlery.
This was what he was arguing over. I've explained this entire scenario, many times to him, and that just because you do something at work, that does not mean you are exempt from performing any work of the like when you are off. I do 'my fair share' of dishes Kommisar, so no, I will not do dishes. I tell him to leave, his reasons and argument are bullshit, and his emotion hatred of dishes is now making you angry.
He faffs off, leaves, goes back upstairs and into his room. Chill the hell out. But no, he's there for a few seconds and then walks out again, I can hear his angry footsteps stomping ont he wooden floors above, and soon the Kommisar is thundering down the stairs, with something from his room.
And this where the Dumbest of Fuckeries happens... He went to get an AK rifle from his room. I have a pistol within reach.
Now, my other brother that lives here has an AK rifle, 7.62 and all that jazz. I have another brother who lives with his family, and he also has an AK rifle. At that point in time, it was completely believable that the AK he was holding was an actual, functional rifle.
I took a second take, it wasn't raised, wasn't pointed. He was carrying it, and a further look revealed the AK to be plastic, orange/yellow scuffed, and the attachments and rails were not on any of my brother's AK's. It was an airsoft rifle. My pistol never moved, never drawn.
What a dumb motherfucker. Angry enough to STOP mid argument, grab a weapon and come back down here to argue MORE, but now 'armed'. There wasn't much else I could do at that point, but tell him to fuck off and go chill the fuck out. I'm trying to not to be aggressive, Airsoft pellets aren't much to contend with, rather it was the fact that he was so angry, he's decided to force someone into doing something... I was more... sad that he did it than anything, he didn't realize the entirety of his actions, nor take a breather and re-think his bullshit.
I told him one last time, he needed to fuck off and go away. Then proceeded to raise the airsoft rifle and shoot at me.
It was in that moment that all respect and trust was lost. Taking a vocal deal and crossing over into physical.
The shot missed and he ran the fuck back up to his room. I gave a conversation chase, yelling that he didn't realize what the fuck he just did. Told him I was done, at this moment he was ex-communicado. I'll not have anything to do with/for you from this moment on. I never ran up the stairs, and he brooded and stomped angrily in his room, above mine, so I could hear his angry ass.
He eventually did the dishes, and stomped more overhead quite a bit.
I let my father know what happened Sunday, the day after.
End bullshit event 1
Begin "Petty sniping war I want nothing to do with" ~ongoing
A day later, the keys to the truck I drive were gone. I always put them in one place, or they are in my pocket/truck. I need tires for my car, and am slowly working to getting a new set. In the mean time I drive a little truck. Of which, has been given to me to use, provided I take care of it. Now the keys are gone, and Kommisar is suspect #1.
Today, without a license, or insurance, my suspicions paid off. Both the Kommisar and the truck are gone!
I told him he'd have to walk to work now. So logically, 'steal' a truck to drive to work? It's not that far, .8 miles on the odometer and just down a large road nearby. Nothing stopping him from easily walking along the paved path all the way there. But naw, taking the car I drive, makes sense. It's sad. Especially since the person you did all this shit to is a mechanic. A locked cab, he has the keys. Shoot, if only there were some way... some fuel pump harness under the vehicle that could be unplugged, and the crank sensor too? The truck won't start if those things aren't connected...
Before the Kommisar and the truck were home, I again had a talk with my father. Who, as the first time, said nothing again. I asked he talk to the Kommisar, that what is going on is utter bullshit. But he fucked off to bed, even after a phonecall from my mother, who was being filled in along the way as well. Not his ponies, not his show I guess?
Tensions with the Kommisar remain high as today comes to a close... But the front has been quiet... Considering a withdraw from the warfront.
The only piece in this bullshit puzzle so far that WILL move is me... I do have a place to go to, but it's... under developed. XD A decent barn with a living room/bedroom. Running water and power, but nothing else. The farm HAS a charter rounded cone down the fence line of the property, but it's not run along the drive and the field to the barn.
It's spring, and the weather won't be an issue. But that puts me on a 'timer', have to build or buy another place, as well as get a job down there. If I need to go there, won't be able to do anything internet related until I get charter to run a line and set things up, or do some hub/phone thing with wireless. So, it will be quiet over here for a long while if I gotta do this.
But, if nothing else happens/moves, I have to...
that dude says "escalate" all over him.
Pointed and SHOT at you THEN stole yer truck!!!???
bad sitch...
do stay safe...
if it gets worse, are you able/allowed to do a baker act/cal law enforcement for mental intervention?
keep records either way...
He should probably learn that lesson before he's in jail for chasing his roommates with a knife (after an argument about cleaning the bathroom).
I wouldn't wish that sort of legal trouble on anyone but its also entirely wrong for anyone else to have to deal with their shit. If there is someone they would listen to that you could tap in for a talk, it might be a good idea.
Still, I wouldn't let the situation stand no matter what. The first incident should more than enough precedent to kick this person out. Gotta be some consequences.
Good luck.