The Most Mortifying Experience

Posted in Haru Haru by Jae on April 5, 2009

Today was a bad terrible day.

I was doing my laundry which I had planned to do in the morning but because someone had left their clothing in the laundry room overnight and forgot about it, I had to wait. I couldn’t even move it, they had clothes in the ONE washer and ONE dryer that we have. If I ever see anyone wearing the teeshirt I saw there today, it is over for you buddy.

So I started doing it like two hours ago. I was in the laundry room with some freshly cleaned clothes that couldn’t be placed in the dryer, so I took it upstairs to my apartment to hang on my clothing rack. While I was hanging my clothes I found a sock that needed to be put in the dryer, so I ran out of my apartment to go back to the laundry room.

Here is where shit starts hitting the fan and spraying me in the face.

I forgot my keys in my auto-lock apartment. And I had no phone. And I was locked out of the laundry room.

But I had my lonely single sock.

Essentially I was homeless and standing in the corridor with just my pjs. (And my sock).

I panicked and ran over to the other apartment on my floor. I heard shuffling. No one answered. DEAD TO ME. If your firealarm rings again, I don’t care if there is fire blazing, you are smoke-jumping your own ass!

So I recall that my old roommates from 2 years ago still lived in my old apartment upstairs. I know because every time I call my landlord, he thinks I’m another Joanna (my old roommate) who lives in the unit above mine.

Here I was running up the stairs to their apartment. I figured it would be the safest way and since we knew each other, my embarrassment could be lessened from a witness-protection level to a I-just-want-to-crawl-into-a-hole level.  My favourite old roommate (not Joanna) answered the door but she didn’t recognize me.

So I played the stranger game. I told her of my misery and asked her to borrow the phone.

My landlord is in Mississauga.

They had to call someone else to come open the door for me. But I had to wait 20 minutes.

So, me and my old-roommate-who-doesn’t-recognize-me started to talk. And it might be hilarious if I weren’t so utterly fucked.

N: Don’t worry I had a terrible week. I crashed my car, burned my pot and then broke up with my roommate turned boyfriend, Andrew.

J: That is terrible. (A/N: I know her Andrew, he was also my previous roommate, and he had a hot friend: Beltrano.)

N: Best part about that relationship was his hot bestfriend: Beltrano.

J: Oh yea? Never heard of him.

N: So, none of your roommates are home?

J: Yea, two of them are at the library and I don’t have my phone so I don’t know their numbers. The other two are never home.

N: Do they still pay utilities?

J: Yea, they’re pretty cool about it.

N: Yea, those roommates are the best! I had two, a couple of years ago. (A/N: She is actually referring to me and my friend Amy.)

J: Yea…

N: So what program you in?

J: Biomed, yourself? *mutters Math and Biz*

N: Math and Business.

J: Oh that’s great.

N: What year are you in?

J: Fourth, yourself?

N: Fifth.

J: Oh so you’re graduating this year?

N: Do you happen to know a Joanna _ _ _ _ _?

J: Actually, that’s me.


J: No, it’s actually me. I live downstairs now.


J: Really?

N: Yea, back then you have had super short hair (A/N: Don’t ask, dark ages, dark ages). That’s why I didn’t recognize you.

J:… really?

N: Why didn’t you sign up to live here again?

J: My god, four flights of stairs.

N: You look like you’d need the exercise.

J: …

N: Yea, that’s why I didn’t recognize you. You’ve gained a lot of weight. You used to be sooooooooooo skinny.

J: really?

N: Sorry but it’s true.

*Lady knocks on door to let me in my apartment*

J: Bye, it was nice catching up… (please excuse me while I purge myself of food to reclaim the body I once had two years ago.)


L: So you locked yourself out?

J: Yea, I’m really sorry.

L: You know I have to charge you $20 right?

J: Please, you’re not serious? (A/N: Seriously I thought she was kidding)

L: No, I’m serious.

J: Please stop. *laughing awkwardly*

L: *serious face* I drove all the way here from Kitchener. Go to the office tmr and pay the $20.

*Lady exits*

I am standing in my apartment (still clutching my sock) and wondering what just happened. *assumes fetal position*

And to capitalize on this: I wasn’t wearing any makeup whatsoever.


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  1. Jae said, on April 5, 2009 at 7:58 pm

    excuse me for any grammar/spelling errors. i’m in tears as i write this. lol

    I had to add the ‘lol’, otherwise Krishna would take it literally like he always does

  2. Krishna said, on April 5, 2009 at 8:47 pm

    That is pretty rough. I thought you knew some secret way to pick all the locks in your building.

    And no need to make fun of my inability to gauge peoples tones through text! I think in this situation you could have left out the lol. I think I have a decent understanding of what situations you cry in.

    Naruto, My Sassy girl, … (lists various books, animes, movies)

    And your old roommate is cold

  3. N said, on April 5, 2009 at 9:05 pm

    That’s a nice story to think about before i go to bed. Makes me warm inside. But that did suck balls though.

  4. Amy said, on April 5, 2009 at 9:50 pm

    Wow what a bitch =\ I will throw rocks at her the next time I see her…


  5. Jae said, on April 5, 2009 at 9:57 pm

    in her defense, i don’t think she was out to insult me, she was really nice for the rest of the conversation which isn’t up there, i only remembered the mortifying bits…

  6. Jimmay said, on April 6, 2009 at 1:34 am

    what a story!

    N: Yea, back then you have had super short hair (A/N: Don’t ask, dark ages, dark ages). That’s why I didn’t recognize you

    Hmm..i remember you sent me a picture of that hair…i wonder if it is still on my computer. >:)

  7. photoroot said, on April 6, 2009 at 9:05 am

    How come the short hair were the dark ages? That is when you donated all that hair to cancer right?

  8. Jae said, on April 6, 2009 at 10:06 am

    dark ages because it looked so bad.

    • photoroot said, on April 6, 2009 at 10:20 am

      I thought you didn’t mind it that much. I think I remember you not loving it but at the same time I thought you didn’t hate it either…

      When you get your psych minor jo I demand you create some sort of series of exercises I can do to improve my memory…

  9. Cheryl said, on April 6, 2009 at 10:34 am

    wow what a bitch
    let’s beat her up
    i honestly don’t think you look that different
    i mean.. you shouldn’t take her seriously, she barely saw you anyway lol
    maybe she doesn’t even know what you look like from before

    and a/n: i would have left that sock to dry by itself

    ftr, everyone
    joanna had that short hair for a good cause

  10. Cheryl said, on April 6, 2009 at 10:41 am

    ftr, i don’t think you looked bad with short hair
    it framed your face nicely

    ftr, we learned in psych that people laugh in situations that make them feel uncomfortable

    ftr, joanna
    don’t cry
    we’ll get her in her sleep with a bucket of warm water

    • Krishna said, on April 6, 2009 at 12:56 pm

      I also liked the short hair. I sadly only have a few photos from that time though.

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