Let's bitch about our stupid, annoying roommates

Companion thread to the coworkers thread, couldn't find an equivalent for roommates. For all those who are irritated by their living companions di camera, post it here. OK, it's an excuse for me to bitch.

* College-age dude with no observable skills struts around the apartment on the phone saying shit like "yo, I gotta make some bread to buy a new macbook. yeah, i can do a couple of jobs."

* Uses my name to buy $500 worth of sneakers with his mom's credit card to resell on eBay and expects me to sign for it without my permission. I confront him about it and he acts like he wants to fight me.

* 20 degrees outside, turns off the thermostat. It's now like a freezer in the entire apartment.

* For some reason brags about shoveling snow from random ass peoples' driveways for utterly no reason and expects me to be proud of him. I'd call the cops if I saw some random shady looking dude on my property.

* Tries to give me advice on dating, like taking a girl on a first date to a "sex museum" which is beyond fucking fool.

* Never leaves the apartment, tries to force a relationship on me I want no part of. Says he wants "to be like a brother to [me] yo" despite not knowing a goddamn thing about me and it being clear I want nothing to do with him.

* Makes a running commentary on everything I'm doing when I'm around. "Oh you're cooking eggs, you must really like eggs. I know the best way to make eggs, let me show you. Now you're making broccoli, really. You're not watching the football game, you must not like sports."

* After spending 12 hours at work he jumps on me the second I get in the door and then acts bitchy that I'm just want to unwind on my own.

Good lord this is a good lesson in buying your own property.

* Never leaves the apartment, tries to force a relationship on me I want no part of. Says he wants "to be like a brother to [me yo" despite not knowing a goddamn thing about me and it being clear I want nothing to do with him.

I had a roommate in college who almost never left our room. Two exceptions being a) if he had a class, food, bathing etc. b) he'd gone to purchase a video game at midnight on its release day, and then stay up all night, that night, beating the game. Blasting the sounds of gunfire like a madman.

I didn't even know he had a car until the last month of the school year.

I've been thinking about starting this thread so many times.

Once i moved in somewhere and had been living there for a few weeks, and i had a 1.5L bottle of wine that had about 1/3 of it still left. My roommate asks if she can have some wine, I say, ok, and leave the room to go do something. About half an hour later i come back, looking for the bottle, and i can't find it anywhere. I find her and ask if she'd seen the bottle and she had drunken everything that was left. It pretty much told me everything i needed to know about her.

Man I dont recall ever living with you Adam *hic*

at the moment dealing with this. have two roommates who are best friends— their relationship is weird, complicated, close, coded, etc. one of them, whom i've been friends with for a while, is totally rad, fun, funny, etc. we don't hang out all the time or anything, but we're friends. however, her other half is a misanthropic, judgmental, gawky guy, who pretty much thinks everything is lame and says so out loud.

he doesn't like the way that i talk, or things that i say, because they "annoy" him for some unknown, unspecified reason. he actually WON'T specify a reason. and so, since cool friend started the house, and he is her best friend, me and my boyfriend are getting kicked out.

that and they leave empty cans of Coca-Cola EVERYWHERE and then are like, "oh, there's ants." no shit, fucking detectives over here.

anyway, i could write the damn thread on this. but i won't.

My current roommate (who I've lived with for one and one half months) has racked up enough transgressions to basically take the Worst Roommate Ever title from the dude who pissed all over my floor one morning while I was in bed. I've been informed that this is HER sanctuary (which is violated by my mere presence, natch), and that her ideal roommate is someone who pays rent but is never here. I've sorta known this person for the better part of a decade (friend of several friends, all of whom are pretty disgusted by her current behavior), but she apparently decided to save up all of her narcissistic crazy so she could unleash it upon a captive audience in a single torrent. Her calls to my employer and attempts to move me into another space behind my back have just been the capper on a thoroughly delightful stay.

WTF is she callign your WORK for!?

One of my flatmates pees with the bathroom door open. He's a complete tool

There's been a houseguest living with us for over a year now RENT FREE because she is f**king one of my roommates and staying in his room, and thank god they are moving out in April. She has two kids and a husband in another state and doesn't do anything all day other than watch tv on the internet and chainsmoke cigarettes like a crackhead. Taking out the trash, emptying out the dishwasher, cleaning the common living areas, etc. all of it is apparently BEYOND HER CAPACITY. She is a stay-in-bed-mom, as they say on Arrested Development. She will not buy toilet paper. Her man (our roommate and living her before she moved in) has been paying for all her stuff, booze, etc. Even paid for her kids' xmas presents. That was right around the time he found out she was cheating on him with a trucker, and also cheating on her husband with him. Yet somehow she still lives here???? Not for long, thank god.

Our landlord is SUPER cool and we only pay rent and not utilities but the one month she was out of town the water bill was $150 less than usual. He had to buy us a new clothes dryer last year after the last one died and he explained "this is because nobody empties out the lint thing". The new dryer quickly died because the heating element failed, yet you could still toss dry the clothes, and it would take 4 or 5 hours. My idiot houseguest/roommate would leave the clothes in their, with the dryer continuously running, for over 24 hours. We let our landlord know and i think it was the final straw w getting her out. When asked why she would leave a dryer running for 24+ hours straight, the only defense was that nobody told her not to.

I am living with the dumbest of the dumb. Thankfully these days will soon be over.

Keep the posts coming - they're making me feel like I've accomplished something with my life just because I can change a toilet roll.

Actually this one guy I lived with used to replace the loo roll - I'll give him that - and leave the empty cardboard roll on the bathroom floor NEXT TO THE BIN. I used to move the bin nearer and nearer to the loo roll holder every time til it became harder to NOT put it in the bin but nope, they still all built up on the bathroom floor.

Having roommates over the past 10 years, every so often i will find myself considering how much tp use is appropriate. At that point i just start hoarding my own rolls in my room. Like when 1 or 2 people are going through a roll a day i just.....i don't even wanna know...

I get up to get ready for work, shitty houseguest is inevitably using the shower. Having no job and no life outside the house, she of course takes 30 minute showers. Pissing me the fuck off right now. I have an interview this morning, I actually have something to do. And i have to pee too.

Pee in a jug and leave it in the kitchen labelled 'Free Apple Juice'.

(university made me play hardball when it came to dealing with annoying housemates)

I don't think my roommate's left his room in about 4 days ... he has mail piled up downstairs and some of it looks pretty important. I thought he was dead until he woke me up at 1:30 am to use the bathroom. I'm starting to feel bad for the guy, but I'm afraid of being nice to him because any time I talk to him he takes it as an invitation to get really clingy.

and i had a 1.5L bottle of wine that had about 1/3 of it still left.

not very much wine, imo.

I mean, that's about a serving, right?

Oh God. Thank you thread for confirming my decision to live sans roommates now that I'm going to be on my own again. I'd rather pay a fucking arm and a leg than deal with any of this. I think I'm just too old tbh. It wasn't even a consideration even though the $ I'm going to be paying for my own place kind of kills me it's worth it.

xp 500ml is two and a half to three glasses.

In college I had a crazypants roommate who basically pitted our other two suite mates against me for like 8 months by doing things like telling her that I was stealing from her and sleeping in her bed. First of all, I've never stolen a goddamn thing in my life and second of all WHAT? Why would I ever sleep in her bed?! That's just insane. Then the three of them stole money from me weekly over the entire 8 months and would do things like buy pizza and booze. That whole year I'd be like, "Man, I didn't think I spent that much last night!" and I hadn't. They were stealing cash out of my top drawer the whole time. Why I left cash lying around I'm not quite sure but IT STILL WASN'T RIGHT.

I'm not sure that story made any sense. It was complicated.

xxp: how many jam jars?

I had another roommate who wore a top hat 24/7, listened to music from the time of Elizabeth the 1st*, and did vampire larping stuff. She refused to let me listen to any music ever without headphones and hated me because I was seeing a guy named Dan and she thought it was a Dan that she liked. I don't think we said more than 20 actual words to each other the entire time we lived together. It was awful.

*Actual name of the only CD she owned.

She did, however, come with a an enormous cardboard cutout of han solo so that part was OK.

Just a link to the other thread we had on this topic:

http://www.ilxor.com/ILX/ThreadSelectedControllerServlet?showall=true&bookmarkedmessageid=1272503&boardid=77&threadid=71570

lol of course I told the same two stories on that thread. They really were that bad. I completely forgot about the eating disorders girls though. Man.

A few years back, I was dating a woman and one day her TV wouldn't turn on anymore. She took it to a TV repair shop and they told her that someone had poured some kind of acid down into the holes in the back of it, fucking up the electronics beyond all belief. The only people who had been in her apartment were her sister, myself, her recently moved-out roommate, and her ex-roommates several girlfriends. One of the girlfriends had found out about the others had asked my girlfriend to confirm it. We suspect that the roommate caught on to this and retaliated when he was moving out.

having difficulty decoding those last two sentences.

Yeah, I didn't write that out well I guess.

My girlfriend's male roommate was like, seven-timing these girls. One of the girls had caught on and asked my girlfriend to confirm her suspicions. The guy was coincidentally moving out that week. A few days passed and we decided to watch some tv together, but it wouldn't turn on. We took it to the electronics shop, they told us someone had poured acid into it. We suspect that the roommate poured acid into my girlfriend's tv in retaliation for blowing the lid on his seven-girl dating thing.

and i had a 1.5L bottle of wine that had about 1/3 of it still left.

not very much wine, imo.

― how's life, Thursday, February 21, 2013 11:07 AM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I mean, that's about a serving, right?

It was probably three generous cups of wine, and it was gone in half an hour. Also, unless someone says "You can kill this", you should never finish off anything that does not belong to you.

Wish i had gotten the chance to live w a Steampunk/Vampire/Cosplayer. Most of my bad roommates are just barely functioning alcoholics.

She was an evil bitch. Trust me you really don't wish that.

It was probably three generous cups of wine, and it was gone in half an hour.

Sounds about right.

Note to self: never give how's life permission to drink my wine.

And don't give alcohol to people that never have to buy their own.

I had a roommate who was into drunk driving. Rich guy.

Also I think one of my flatmates has something wrong with his nose or lungs because every so often he'll just stop what he's doing and inhale really hard like five times in a row, as if he's trying to clear a mucus buildup or something. SNNNNRK SNNNNNRK SNNNNNNNNNRRRKKK SNNNNNNNNRRRRRK. Sometimes it's loud enough to wake me up for fuck's sake

Could be he's dehydrated. Tell.him to drink more fluids.

My respiratory system is fucked and I sympathise with the guy to be honest. There's no polite way to hock up horrible gunge that is stopping you from breathing, but it has to be done.

I went through this period where I was drinking insane amounts of tea and it was drying me the hell out. I'd get all kinds of torturous garbage lodged up in my sinuses. That turned around completely when I started balancing it out with more water.

ugh, this roommate's driving me up the wall. he left this food tray at the bottom of the toaster oven which caused the fire alarm to go off when i tried to cook something last night. this morning, the first thing he's said to me in about two leeks, he's like "what'd you burn last night? you smoking in here or something?" as opposed to, say, "what's up?".

then he complains about me throwing cigarette butts in the garbage and goes at length about how disgusting it is. fine, i'll find somewhere else to throw them out. then he knocks on my door a second time and bitches about me not throwing the garbage out with the cigarette butts in it. he's like "it's a respect thing yo"; my take, if I'm going to make a sacrifice for your benefit, throw the fucking thing out yourself. i rub my forehead and sigh, and he's like "why're you making faces, huh? why you rollin your eyes at me? what's your problem man?" getting in my face about it. he seemed positively delighted about annoying me. and of course respect doesn't go both ways with him stealing my identity for some internet scam he's doing.

i'm pretty sure i need to live on my own soon.

Friend recently had to kick out his roommate after roommate-not once, but twice-passed out while drunk-cooking, causing a kitchen fire. As my friend said, "murder me in my bed once, shame on you; murder me in my bed twice, get the fuck out"

*try to murder me

I currently live with my mom and her boyfriend. He is very nice, but somewhat clueless and goofy. He spends most days watching vhs tapes in the shed, which he calls "the Bijou."

They hooked up when they were neighbors. He referred to his apartment at the time as "the Triple B" (for Basement Bachelor Bungalow).

He is the self-appointed tsar of the kitchen. This involves obsessive inventory of all dishes and constantly coming in and poking around like a cat underfoot EVERY TIME I am in the kitchen (note that I do not keep a typical feeding schedule).

"the Bijou" and "the Triple B" sounds like something from My mother's incredibly stupid ex-husband

holy shit, this guy is fucking crazy! i need to move the fuck out of here.

so my roommate gets in my face today for ... acting like i was annoyed last night. who the fuck gives somebody shit for having their own feelings about something? so we start talking and he's doing this crazy gaslighting shit on me, and I'm like, "if you aren't going to listen to my side of things, I'm leaving." he then blocks my way out and tries to grab me, and i pushed him aside so i could get out of there.

he then starts telling me I'm disrespectful and starts putting words in my mouth that I never said, and also happened to be things he had just said like 2 minutes earlier! i call him out on this and tell him he's crazy, and then he freaked the fuck out. he gets up right in my face, his eyes completely crazed, and starts yelling at me. i told him he was freaking me out and i got the hell out of there.

damn i need to move out of here ASAP. this thread was supposed to be fun, and now it isn't anymore :[

or at least my situation. who knew not being able to choose your roommate could have bad consequences.

holy shit dude.

hopefully there's somewhere you can stay for a at least a few days.

Jesus, dude. My sympathies. My roommate's nuts but at least that only usually manifests as hysterical sobbing as she, for instance, tells me from her darkened room all the ways that my mere existence in our shared space makes her life worse. And I only have three more days of that shit.

wow, are you living with an ancient specimen of 90s goth?

i think i've made a rare encounter with what I think might be a sociopath. needless to say, I'm getting the fuck out of here. my landlord's letting me bail as soon as I find a new space.

roommate still acting insane ... last night he openened all the windows and turned the thermostat down to 50 so the entire apartment became a live-in freezer; this was during an insane wind and ice storm we had here. i think he's trying to "punish" me for moving out because he's fucking crazy. he tried this again on monday but everytime i tried closing the window he came right out and opened it again ... we did this a few times until he decided to hang out in the living room as if to prevent me doing it again.

story has a happy ending. i'm moving out over the weekend. new place is gorgeous, closer to work, same money, better town, and the person who owns the house is a joe frank fan. so could be worse.

Good luck

^

Good luck -- dude sounds seriously dangerous.

Thanks guys. I just have to not end up in a body bag til this weekend.

So say we all

wow, crazy roommate just charmed the crap out of the super here, went on some screed about how good his wife's cooking smells. that's how people like this survive. meanwhile i'm calling up friends to see if i can crash at their place for the night.

Straight fucking sociopath. Congrats on getting out.

yeah, wow. sorry you had to deal with it, glad you're getting out!!

hey, what thread is the one linked to above? i can't find it for the life of me.

Yeah tat guy sounds seriously dangerous.

i'm moving out this weekend fortunately. i talked to my super about this guy and he said they're going to evict him ... apparently he thought the guy was creepy, too, but the landlord (who lives in Canada) just wanted money fast. i don't want to be around when that happens. this guy is a huge fucking liar, though, i hope he doesn't pull some slick shit to get out of being evicted.

first moment i met him i knew something was up. dangerous looking guy strutting through, doesn't even shake my hand when he meets me, just gives this "i don't give a fuck about you" half-assed head nod. then when i'm talking to him he sounded like a cool guy. "yeah, my personal belief is you gotta respect other peoples' perspectives ... they're just as valid as anyone elses. it's all relative." which of course he most obviously does not believe. this is a good lesson in trusting your gut instinct.

what is the difference between this dude and 'stormin' norman schwartzkopf?

this dude failed to obtain full spectrum dominance

i had the unfortunate luck of having two sociopathic parents, so this guy brought back a lot of memories. i don't think he was thrilled i knew all his tricks.

How did you end up with him? Are you living by yourself in your new place? Also three cheers for your landlord for letting you move out so quickly, and three cheers to you for getting the fuck out of there ASAP.

ime anybody who starts asserting their personally-held beliefs is usually speaking aspirationally. sorry you're having to move

Funny story. My landlord chooses the tenants exclusively, and said to me "I'm going to work very hard for you to get a good roommate, I don't want you living with a psycho." So this guy checks out the place, my super tells the landlord this guy seemed dangerous and he shouldn't rent the room to him, and my landlord tells him to rent it to him anyway. This landlord was another interesting specimen ... he went out of his way to seem like the sweetest, most gentle and naive person in the world, but he simply did not give a fuck about this insane guy, all he cared about was cold hard cash. Good ole' life lessons offered this month.

At least my LL let me leave, though I never signed a lease so it's not like he could do anything about it.

ime anybody who starts asserting their personally-held beliefs is usually speaking aspirationally. sorry you're having to move

yeah, this dawned on me. well at least there was a lot of valuable experience to be had here.

though in this case it was less aspirational and more an attempt to create a false image that had no relation to what the person was really like.

That's called interacting with others ime

it's a matter of degree i think. not everyone creates an image specially designed to help a potentially violent criminal get through society. i've seen this shit in action first hand. everyone's a little phony to some degree, but having a distinct lack of respect for basic humanity isn't all that common, and this is coming from a recovering cynic. when you see aggressive, dead, predatory eyes with your own you know the difference, and thank god not everyone's like that.

"yeah, my personal belief is you gotta respect other peoples' perspectives"

Sounds somewhat sociopathic in that say-the-opposite-of-what-you-mean. Does this guy think this viewpoint is unique, that it's not practiced by others and therefore needs to be internalized into a 'personal belief'? Do you think he gets kicks out of picturing what a deep and amazing perspective he has on the world?

I have a new roommate who for a long time has been a self-styled acid casualty/damaged genuis who sometimes talks about his own amazing and unique perspective and just won't shut up about it. Some people are entirely swallowed up in their egos.

When guys like this say 'respect the perspectives of others' they mean 'my way, or the highway'. Decent people don't have to say this crap to others.

suzy otm

xxp yeah, it's the opposite because it's a cover. my dad was like that, seemed like the sweetest most fun guy in the world, everyone loved him, until he wraps you up with a bindry machine and leaves you trapped in a warehouse overnight because he didn't like you (and he's proud of this story!!!). or my mom, super friendly and kind on the outside, but on the weekends goes out with her friends to drag tree onto the highway to watch cars crash into it (she's proud of this, too! wtf).

acid casualty/damaged geniuses are a way different order. met a couple of those. they're harmless but annoying. might have good drugs at least.

This guy is an actor and never has to work. Yeah this dude got drunk and ended up screaming "You are all full of shit!" for two hours at all of his friends last weekend. The next day he first pretended to not know what he did, then later on started joking, reaffirming what he was on about, and congratulating his vast and awesome perspective. Pretty sure he never apologized to anyone, much less me, who had to drive him home from a house party full of mutual friends saying "Get him out of here". Later I'm thinking, so these friends of your are full of shit, yet you are the one screaming at the top of your lungs at 3am and acting like an ass.

Likewise, whenever people get on about how bad things are and victimize themselves, they really just need a fucking job. Get out of the house, do something for someone else for half a day, and then we'll see if you're still whining about stubbing your toe or burning your beans or whatever happens on your way from the bedroom to the front porch smoke area.

Really, it makes total sense that you always see people on TV whining about how the rich are demonized and have it so bad, etc. They don't have anything real to complain about, so they have to fabricate stuff, and deep down they know it isn't real, so they have to dramatize and emphasize and really blow it up and get your attention.

damn, AB goin' hard

fortunately my roommates are all v.nice & we get along like a TV family, so my contribution to the thread ends here :)

crap, the apartment i'm moving into has a lead paint warning attached to the lease. does anyone know anything about this?

Unless you're a pregnant woman or have small children it shouldn't be an issue.

Don't put any paint chips in your mouth.

might be tough, but i'll do what i have to.

lick the walls clean as soon as you move in and you should be fine

Delicious, but deadly, iirc.

pretty sure any place built before a certain year has to have a lead paint warning in many places, regardless of whether it's been found

yup. it's just a technicality.

Hah maybe don't write about your non-working roommates right before you go to a stressful job interview. I should really lighten up.

As long as it's not black mold it's probably safe enough to live in.

. my dad was like that, seemed like the sweetest most fun guy in the world, everyone loved him, until he wraps you up with a bindry machine and leaves you trapped in a warehouse overnight because he didn't like you (and he's proud of this story!!!). or my mom, super friendly and kind on the outside, but on the weekends goes out with her friends to drag tree onto the highway to watch cars crash into it (she's proud of this, too! wtf)

Dude, holy shit.

sadly that shit was normal to me as a kid, which is pretty fucked up. unfortunately i don't think i should even have kids to make sure this crap doesn't get passed on, even if it missed me. under no circumstance do i want to bring more people like my parents or my roommate into this world. life can be such a lovely roll of the dice sometimes... but at least i was born in the good ole US of A, so that's something. i always felt like my family made a contract with the devil and now it's starting to make sense why.

It took me a long time to realize that in probably most countries the citizens grow up thinking "At least i was born in the good ole __________". And i had somewhat leftist parents. The power of propaganda is effing strong.

even really shit countries have patriotism

Well, I mean, things really could be a lot worse. There are people suffering even worse fates all over the world ... like the story of that guy born in a North Korean prison camp. Some fucked up shit happens in the world, and there's no reason why someone isn't born to middle class parents in Sweden or kidnapped into a diamond mine slave ring in Africa. It's a salve, but it's also true.

can you move to a nicer part of USA?

"There are people suffering worse fates so my life isn't that bad"

yeah I've thought this before, but it turns out my life could be a lot better with surprisingly little effort, too

I do buy into the narrative where in the US you can go and be what you want,
but your outcomes are really at the mercy of where you happen to be.
Like Al Gore's roommate was Tommy Lee Jones.

I had a really awful roommate once who had stopped drinking and started doing yoga like 2 weeks before I moved in and had the zeal of the converted. Fine, but she was really judgmental about things I chose to do that had no impact on her whatsoever. She would make comments about how I brought too many boys over and stuff. I also had a roommate whose whole family were scientologists and took like 90 different supplements everyday, but she paid for us to have a lot of MTV channels so that was cool.

Best roommate ever was this German astrophysicist named Derek who was always sharing delicious food and fielding science questions. That guy was also down for any and every afterparty, and had some amazing dance moves. Giant hulk of a guy with long hair & receding hairline.

emilys., I like your stories

Yeah last night Manic Psychedelic Dream Genius was entertaining friends before heading out to some show, and spent a good half hour to an hour talking about working and what a drag it always is to have to be 'jerked around' by your boss and deal with so much bullshit, he of course opts not to work. It is beneath him and if you are an actual working person is around when he's going on about this, he makes you feel like a sell-out. Workers are sell-outs, it doesn't matter what job.

I really hope this guy gets bored soon and decides to go back to Brooklyn.

What's interesting to me is the utter banality of that guy's schtick -- does he not realize that generations of psychedelic dream geniuses have preceded him and eventually found themselves working for a living? Does he think he invented this wild bohemian lifestyle? How could he make anyone feel anything? People don't just laugh at him?

maybe he has a secret job he is ashamed to tell everyone about.

he could be a closet insurance actuary

Sounds like Steve Jobs to me

I think he's just on alot more drugs than i realize.

For some reason everyone in the house has decided to stop buying TP (or at least, leaving it in the one toilet the 6 of us share). I bought the last 4-pack a week ago Friday, left it in there, and it was gone by last Sunday. I have a box of tissues in my room. There are two couples living here, and while TP isn't a huge deal, the two S.O. that never work and do nothing but drink/take drugs and linger around the house all day - yeah I'm not buying them TP.

Doug woke me up at 8 am this morning with his signature whisper-whistle. I guess it's his misguided attempt at consideration, but I want to shout JUST WHISTLE FFS!!

Now I am trapped in my room b/c his grandson Little Walter is visiting.

From what I can hear, Little Walter may be joining the military. Or they are sending him to one of those wilderness schools where boys are caned and forced to forage for berries. I can't tell.

As revenge for the whistling, get the grandson a harmonica.

I need to build a tunnel to the bathroom.

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhoiX9HEM_o/TCrQ4D26c3I/AAAAAAAABf0/s_9LKE0VvAM/s1600/tim-robbins.jpg

I'm on my own in a 2BR unit now but God this thread would have been therapeutic six months ago!

My drunk imbecile of a housemate had been watching the football at the house next door, but they had got sick of him and dumped him back in my lap. So I get this pounding at my bedroom door, he's demanding to know the score but my TV isn't set up properly so you can't read the whole of the scoreboard that's permanently in the corner of the screen, he grabs the remote and starts fiddle-arsing about with it, swearing his head off, gets nowhere, pulls back at the absolute last minute before throwing the remote through the screen. We watch for about five minutes, next break in play he goes out to get Jim Beam & coke number 217 for the evening, but something obv distracted him so he doesn't come back to my room thank Christ. When the game's over, all is quiet so I go out to the kitchen, he's practically passed out but asks me who won, I tell him, it's not the result he wanted so he's off again. About five minutes later I escape, by now it's getting on for 11.30 pm so I'm getting ready to turn in and next thing I know he's put New bloody Order on at full volume.

I cop it for maybe 15 or 20 mins, then pack a bag with three days worth of clothes, stick it next to the front door, go back into the living room and tell him to turn that crap off. He tells me to firetruck off, so I grab the bag, bolt straight out the door, jump into my car and do my first burn-out since getting off P plates up the street, all the while this guy is running after me waving his arms around. I slept that night in my car outside a mate's house three suburbs away.

Next morning around 10 I get a text from this guy, I can always tell how sober he is by how good his spelling is and it's OK so I go home later that afternoon. He has only the vaguest memory of what happened, which may have been a deflecting tactic except he aint smart enough to be that devious. It was the second time he'd carried on like that in six months and for two of those months I was overseas. He was also on anti-depressants and God knows what else, drinking half a dozen stubbies a night at least, and he was tangled up with a woman who was stark raving bonkers with an ex-hubby on the warpath and a son in jail.

I decided there and then that I was too old by 20 years for all that Young Ones crap, and shared houses had turned into my concept of Hell. My last house before this one, I had left it because the owner got married, and I'm still very close to that couple eight or nine years later, but for every good friend I made that way I could make a cricket team out of all the utter bloody no-hopers and head cases I've shared a roof with and absolutely nothing else.

By a quite incredible turn of events over the next couple of weeks, I was out of this place in a month.

Eff alcoholics.

http://i.imgur.com/c286Uua.jpg

Putting the heater on 78-80 degrees sounds dumb and like a huge waste of gas/power.

I do not have any hobbies or interest that would affect your life in the apartment

oh I think you do

The "no visitors for more than 30 minutes" and giving a week's notice for presumably overnight guests? is the most mental part of that, to me.

Assuming s/he's as clean as s/he wants a roommate to be, I was ready to live with that weirdo until s/he started talking nonsense about keeping the thermostat at 70-80. That's gross.

feel like even for the rules I could comfortably live within that the slightest noise would summon them out of their room to watch disapprovingly, probably making a note of the times and dates of your almost-line-crossing

like, I never have guests, but if someone offered me a lift and I invited them in it would be nice not to have my housemate standing there with a stopwatch and a decibel meter

my roommate is KILLING ME with his 45minute long bathroom routine during the critical hour from 8-9am

i've been late to work every day this week, just waiting for him to get out so i can brush my teeth and run out the door; haven't had time to chat with him about it since he's been out during the evenings. also don't want to leave a passive aggressive note for him ):

ask very seriously to shower with him

Are you just brushing your teeth? Maybe keep your toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom and brush them in the kitchen. You should still talk to him, but that might keep you from being late until you can.

xp hahahaha I like that idea much better.

i don't know how to talk to roommates. i feel that the second i've made a suggestion i've entered into "passive aggressive" territory.

xp lol

yeah i've thought about brushing in the sink, but i don't really feel comfortable taking a pee in the sink (which is the other critical part of my morning routine). kinda wish chamber pots were still acceptable tbh

xp yeah that's kinda how i feel

If you do use the kitchen sink, make sure you brush your teeth before you pee in it.

i sympathize so much. one of my roommates takes 45 minute showers at the most inopportune times. mostly when the #2 train is arriving at the station

pee in a bottle and leave it in his room

what drives me nuts is that i keep waking up earlier and earlier to try and quickly get in there before he does and somehow he ends up turning on the shower as soon as my alarm goes off!

i hate when they leave the bathroom all steamy :(

he's also an early riser, so he's had more than enough time to take a shower before i even wake up GAH IT DRIVES ME NUTS

xp haha yeah i've definitely been wiping off the mirror every day this week

i'm convinced that one of my roommates had the electrician wire the bathroom light and ventilation fan to the same switch for some reason. wth

anything to stop the humid dregs from someone else's shower from frizzing up your hair imo

I'm about to re-enter the world of roommates for the first time in 4 years, wish me luck

i'm convinced that one of my roommates had the electrician wire the bathroom light and ventilation fan to the same switch for some reason. wth

That's quite normal, isn't it? Still annoying though

we had them wired to separate switches before which was nice because you could leave the fan on + lights off, so that you could ventilate the foul miasma after a shower

Get comfortable enough with your housemate to shower and shit in front of them (this works great, highly recommended)
In lieu of that I always just knock and ask before showering and my roommate started doing the same

I gave my notice and my lovely roommate has begun his transformation into a vengeful ex. The couch is mine but my roommate decided to have a new couch brought in, two months before I move out. Now there is an extra couch in the middle of everything and a lot of scootching.

Nothing really says "nice living with you!" than acquiring replacement furniture and piling it everywhere

Get comfortable enough with your housemate to shower and shit in front of them (this works great, highly recommended)

Hah what?

I live in a place w 6 roommates (currently, changing soon tho) sharing 1 bathroom so every other day somebody needs to pee really bad and someone is in there. I sympathize. I just go outside if i really need to pee.

That 45 min shit is lame and totally wasteful. I really don't see any reason to be in there for more than 15 mins. What do you do for the other 30? I don't wanna know...

#1 thing i hate these days is leaving shit around. I'm guilty of this but usually it just ends up in my room, so there will be four or five cups in my room. Cups that i own. What really gets on my nerves is just leaving cups/silverware/etc. all over the house. So it ends up that we have no clean cups or spoons in the kitchen cabinet and drawer, but they are loose all over the house. We have used cups on the front porch, in the living room, in multiple places in the kitchen, etc. There's an empty tin of ice cream sitting on a table in the garden with a spoon in it and another spoon on the table. No-one offered me the ice cream so I'm not cleaning it up. I'm not your mom.

Hah the other day i heard some rhythmic banging in the kitchen, my roommate had a slinky attached to the pots and pans that are hung up over the oven and was tapping on it. I wanted to cook some food so this conversation took place on my way in:

"What's up?"
"Just makin' some jazz."
"...How eccentric."
"...Thanks, man."

new landlord/roommate is better than the last guy, but still a little irritating. he's gay and made a pass at me when I first started living here ... we went out to grab something to eat and he treated me like I was a date or something, which I wasn't too thrilled with. he'd pour my drinks, touch my knees with his and touch my hands, brush up against me, and get generally flirty with me. and crap, if I were attracted to a woman like that I definitely wouldn't be touching them or making presumptions... which is especially worse since this guy is my landlord. the dude seems pretty socially awkward, so I'll just chalk it up to that.

he's also condescending and a little rude, but at least I can safely keep my distance. last guy would get even more pissed off if I just tried to do my own thing. the other roommate I have here is, finally, the perfect roommate ... we both just do our own thing and chit chat when we see each other. no fuss, definitely no muss.

this guy's becoming an annoying turd. it's impossible to talk to him, he has some obnoxiously condescending thing to say even when i'm trying to be polite. i said i had a friend who was coming to visit me for the weekend, and then he goes and meticulously checks the calender to see if it's OK ... looking at each date ... humming and scratching his chin... pondering, and then saying "yeah, it's OK". this guy's got nothing going on in his life, he inherited a shitload of money and does nothing everyday. i can't imagine what he might have coming up that would make it impossible for somebody to stay in my bedroom for two days.

Great, looks like I have to do another "conversation". My landlord's a Dracula-esque douchlord and I'm getting too old for this crap.

Beyond looking at me like a piece of meat and trying to get my dick, he's an all-around condescending prick and gives me shit for like ... taking two Fridays off in a row after being sick and having a hellish work schedule. "oh you've taken four Fridays off now. are you going to take every Friday off this summer???" and makes obnoxious personal commentary about my life, like ... if I take a 20 minute bike ride he'll comment "oh that was fast". like wtf dude get a life.

I think this is the last time I live with anyone. Cripes there are a lot of creeps out there.

so it's been over 3 months. what's going on? did you and gay man finally hook up? jk. but seriously it seems like you just can't find a decent roommate. of course the simple and best solution is to live solo.

i live with 2 roommates but i can't imagine living with 5 other guys. i'm assuming that is a dorm/frat situation so it's kind of understandable.

anyways, best to always live alone or with an SO if you must.

still living here, going to move out soon. think this guy has autism or something, he's a pretty bizarre dude. my other roommate has the same exact problems with him, but she's a woman so she doesn't get the whole snooping on me while i'm folding my underwear shit.

think random roommates in the suburbs work a little different than in the city, just about everyone i know here either still lives with their parents at age 30 or have their own places. definitely moving back to the city after this!

I don't have roommates, but one of my colleagues was telling me that her roommate decorated his room with a collage made out of cardboard six-pack containers and scotch tape.

people make no effort not to be annoying

wrong thread

I've finally decided, after one more year of living in this apt due to the cheap rent, that I'm going it on my own next year. Not only can I afford it, but I'm tired of depending on other people.

my newest roommate has been a friend for a while. he's a good dude, but he's now a month behind on rent and has been for several months. Which, considering how cheap rent is (less than $400 a month), I don't get how he's survived up until now.

I am not going to throw him out or anything - but I've had to tell him that in order to renew the lease in Dec, that he has to be caught up or he's out. I just don't get it, I guess - you're not going to find rent much cheaper in this area (the crime rates keep it cheap - it's bad over here), and if I were an asshole and kicked him out, where exactly would he go that would allow him to not pay his rent on time?

Oi.

dude, you gotta stop letting ppl take advantage - every time you say 'ok', that signals more and more permissiveness, so that one day when you eventually (hopefully) say 'not ok', those ppl freak the fuck out.

yea i know. it has been an area of focus with my therapist, it is an offshoot of having so little respect for myself that I just figure it's best not to speak up. but I've started lately....

another component is that ten years ago, I tended to lose my temper a lot and I don't like situations that threaten to put me back where I might lose my shit.

but you are right....I have been harassing him for the money tho lately

lease is up, had to tell him he could renew but only if he was caught up on rent by the end of the lease. guess what he chose not to do? :)

this is good for us both tho. he wrote some dramatic farewell to his friends on FB saying he's moving back home (the panhandle) to live with his mother as he "can't afford to live in Orlando anymore". (Your rent was $375/month - if you can't afford that, you can't afford to live anywhere).

Feel kinda sorry for this dude because he still has it in his head that there will always be people around to bail him out so he never tries very hard to be self-sufficient. He's been living this way for years, thinking that life will take it easy on him while he's low on cash, and wound up stranded several times due to either running out of gas on the way home and having no money to buy more, or having a tire pop and being unable to afford a tow or a new one.

a month ago, he decided he either needed a second job or a different full-time job. he applied for maybe two, didn't get them, then just gave up and spent his hours not working (ie most of them) binge-watching Game of Thrones in his room.

one of those Bohemian types from the theatre community that thinks that because he's an artist, he's fulfilled enough in life, so he shouldn't work more than he feels like and he'll just 'rely on his friends' to subsidize his sticky situations. which is all well and good if you're fine living in misery on your own, not so much when you're screwing over a friend by not paying your own share of rent.

roommate hunt begins now (shouldn't be too hard), but then I gotta get a condo of my own.

have no luck with this roommate situation. after a temporary one that was great, this new guy from r00mmates.c0m has not paid one single month on time and owes me $600. it's always another story (re: lie) and unlike the past roommate, I've been harshly reminding him that he needs to pay or get out, but going the legal route of eviction (he's not on the lease) is a pain.

and naturally my solution of serving a 15-day unconditional move out notice (which gives no opportunity to cure) was met with resistance by my brother as he can't afford the extra rent - at this point I'd rather just pay it myself to get the guy out.

He lied all throughout last week about his dad mailing him money and when it finally showed up today, it was $350 short. so now I'm going to have to draft another 3-day pay or quit notice, then go through the trouble of filing it in court, then having a sheriff evict him if he won't leave, all while worrying that he's either going to vandalize the place, steal my shit, or beat me up (none of which he's threatened, I just have OCD and come up with outlandish fears. that's not a euphemism, I actually do have it).

and if he does anything to jeopardize the property, it could affect my ability to finally move out and get a place of my own if I get evicted as a result (that much is my fault for renting to someone off the books). just stressing me the fuck out every day.

anybody had to deal with someone like this? I can't just change the locks cos legally they would have to let him back in as he's established month-to-month tenancy due to me accepting rent from him.

I already served him one 3-day pay or quit notice but he paid it so I legally had to let him stay after that.

I won! He was playing my xbox 12 hours a day and was two months behind on rent. I blew up at him and took the xbox and put it in a storage unit and served him an (accidentally invalid) 3 day notice and he left.

And i just got myself a 1 room place in a month.

boss schedules 30 min meeting with full team.
me: “what is this meeting about?”
boss: “I want to find out about x, y and z”
1 min later all questions answered
meeting cancelled

wth

stop living with him imo

dammit wrong thread

I'm on pins and needles wondering who's going to win this (apparently endless) terrible laugh contest. Will it be the one who appends literally every sentence with a forceful, nervous guffaw? Or perhaps the one who knows roughly what a laugh is supposed to sound like and is capable of reproducing such in the mirthless, uncanny valley fashion of a parrot? Maybe it'll be the one who seems to have jailbroken some sort of safety valve on his laughing apparatus and sounds like his body is threatening to invert itself with every honking 'HNYAH!'? Judged solely on volume and pervasiveness, the lot of them are neck and neck. I sure hope the tiebreaking determinant won't wind up being the extent to which a given laugh robs me of my will to live, because on that front they're all gold medal recipients.

dammit wrong thread

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i was gonna say

I mean I don't know if 'roommate' is the appropriate nomenclature for the squatters living in my attic.

dude ain't bad, he's chill and doesn't really give me any shit, but dude is weird sometimes.

like some nights he comes home and puts the AC down to 74. aight, a little cold, but i don't care. it's his electric bill (I play a flat rate so my monthly rent is the same every month regardless).

and then some days he just...turns the a/c off mid-day. even when he knows I'm home. today I'm training and mid-session, I'm sweating buckets, so I get up in mid-sentence and look and he's got the AC off on an 88 degree day when he knows I'm home, and it's 85 in the house. so I turned it back on and he didn't say anything, but then he leaves again later and turns it off again (this time it was only 78 which is fine by me so I didn't object)

i'm like y'know if you wanna save money on yr electric bill, maybe don't run yr a/c all night

This is tedious but I have to vent:

New housemate and I share a parking spot where one of us is always having to move the car to let the other out. It's kind of a pain when you have to move both cars by yourself, and I don't like to have to do it in the morning because it adds a few precious minutes to an already busy pre-work schedule. So we agreed that she'd text me when she got home in the evening and we'd switch the cars, or if she got home too late I'd knock on her door at 8 in the morning and she'd let me out.

Couple nights ago, the day before semester grades were due, busiest day of the semester, I got woken up at two in the morning by a text from her saying she'd just gotten back and might need to ask me to move the cars in the morning or get someone else to help, because she's very busy and needs all the sleep she can get, thanks, prayer hands emoji.

I failed in my two am grogginess to realize this meant, "You need to move the cars yourself." I was mostly busy being stressed about being awake, and I thought the operative word in the text was "morning." So I knocked on her door at 8 in the morning as usual, and now she is mad at me for waking her up.

And yes, I could have just taken a few minutes from my morning prep time and switched the cars myself, if I'd realized that was what she wanted. And I'm trying not to be pissed about being woken up, because she probably thought I had my phone on silent. But I'm really bugged by the mindset that goes, "Someone who occupies this spot needs to switch both cars by themselves. Even though I am currently awake and sitting in a car, I will text my sleeping housemate and tell her to do it."