The joy of roommatesFollow

people tried this method on me. I can outlast anyone!

sadly, yes I am the bad roomate! I try to keep at least the living room and kitchen clean but many times I fail.


edit: but, I never took my roomates food. That is sacred!! I am just messy

Edited, Thu Feb 23 16:26:32 2006 by Hexxum

That's how I get back at them. I've cleaned the toilet ONCE and only because I realized that it was mold, not dirt, on the bowl.

As for hair, of my two roomates, one is female and she has long black hair down to her ***. She's the one who always ends up cleaning the washroom.

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One thing I forgot to mention, my other roommate (not the girl) is the SANATATION MANAGER at a chicken processing plant...

In the end, I've told every single roommate I've ever had that it was probably time for them to start looking for a new place. It was always money, lifestyle, cleanliness, or a combination of the three.

The worst two I had both used Copenhagen. There was no such thing as an overfilled trash can to them, either. And we had a 30 gal can. I'd put 40 gal lawn bags in it just so that when I crushed the stuff down I could pull the bag up and get it to close. The day I put my hand into a 16 solo cup full of dip spit was the day those 2 got the notice.

I also had the two "turntakers" as I like to call them. They didn't like an idea of an equitable division of househould chores, so we took turns at everything from dishwashing to lawn mowing. They were both twats about it, too. They loved to rush behind a recently done chore and claim that they did it again. I'm sorry, but mowing the lawn two days after it was mowed is not mowing the lawn. Five days, yes. Two days, no. Same with dishes. One of them would literally wash dishes within hours of the last person who washed so he could claim he'd done them last and it was the next person's turn. With every chore, it was their driving ambition to make sure that their turn at something never came up whenever it might be a task. Want to have a big meal? Hold on, I need to wash the dishes first. When it got to the point where I started wanting to tell them what did and did not qualify as enough work to call a turn at a chore, I just told them to take turns blowing me.

I never had any problems with food though. Not after the "d1ck milk" incident. Word got around.

My roommate aka husband, has moments of extreme sloppiness also. I don't know HOW he manages to make the mess he does and I partly blame it on ffxi lol. I'll wake up in the morning and cups and/or paper plates (bless paper plates bless them!) left near his chair. His clothes tossed near the bed (or sometimes a trail of them from the trash to the bedroom). The worst thing is... when we get up in the morning, I just have to stare at the path of destruction and he instantly knows what I'm irritated about - like a dog who gets into the trash and cowers when you get home to find the mess. Premeditated mess-making /sigh...

His biggest most perplexing move he does is leave trash (ie: empty orange juice - WHICH he doesn't even really like, but somehow manages to finish off the carton... or cookie containers or paper plates) literally one foot from the trash can. He'll put it on the counter directly above the trash instead of putting it into the trash - WTF lol. It's like he's temporarily brainwashed. Now, I'll occassionally pick up after him, but usually 'suggest' that he do it and I only get mad if he has the day off, I get home from work and the house looks like we left a 4th grade classroom alone in there. When I do get mad mad, a miraculous thing happens. He turns into SUPER cleaner -scrubbing, brushing, sweeping, vacuuming, dusting etc... like a mad man!

Generally though it works like this: If I cook, he does the dishes. If he cooks, I do the dishes. He's not so much a fan of doing the laundry, so that is basically my job and in return he gets to pick up the dog **** in the back yard. The other chores we split and Sundays are our official clean-up-the-house-before-we-do-anything-else day.

So although he'll go off the wagon sometimes, it's basically a compromise situation that works out. And I'm not a neat freak but I do enjoy cleanliness. Maybe you can put their dirty dishes in their beds though - or another place that is 'sacred' to them, and of course have a big sit down and do it like you're in elementary school again with a to-do-list. ( you remember like, 1 day you get to be lineleader and someone else does chalkboards or paper pick up, or puts the chairs on top of the desks...) Maybe you could even give out rewards for when they do clean up. Positive reinforcement stuff - stickers for simple things all the way up to a 6 pack for something bigger! In all seriousness though, encourage them to use paper, hide foods and snacks in your room (even get a mini fridge if you must), and tell them no more head until they literally clean up their act - oh wait.... that last one may not work for you.

Good luck! and wow - looks like I needed to vent a little too lol.

I must agree roommates can be lame.

When I first moves out of my place I ended up with this self proclaimed neat freak(I'm not messy or dirty btw). It didn't matter what I did it wasn't clean enough. Everything was spotless I swear(honestly), and still she complained(about the nothingness that was dirt). I did my dishes when I was done, daily. My room got a little messy at times but it was clean, it wasn't trash on the floor or dirty dishes, just a few school papers/books(It was literaly only 3-4 lack of any other place to put them, room was small) and she'd ***** about that. I eventually closed my door 24/7 and she would go into my room just to check things out, ridiculous. She'd leave me notes about this and that always ********* She ******* more then my dad when I was living at home. I left after about 6 months, near the end she was messier than me. She'd leave messes blame them on me, and say they weren't hers because she's a neat freak. Not to mention her friends chain calling her at like 3am.

The second place I went to it seemed like everything would be ok, according to her she'd have no problem with a few papers on my floor, never go into my room, and she'd never make me clean, so I moved in. A month after I got there I could no longer cook after work(worked 9am-9pm at the time, didn't get lunches or breaks) or shower when I got home(she said I could at first). In the mornings I couldn't even shower for more then 5 min! Soon after I was called a messy, dirty, pig! She'd been going in my room. Then she started complaining when I was coming home, usually 10,11,12(at night) because my manager lived near me so he'd drop the other 5 peeps on the team off first. She told em I couldn't have my dad calling me(like wtf, who the hell she think she is, I bought a cell with unlimitied incoming calls). She said I couldn't have any friends over either because she didn't trust them(Hello? They are in my room only.)The crazy ***** then gave me 2 months to leave, so I left in a month. She told me that I had to pay for an extra month because I didn't give her 2 months notice. I told her to go ***** herself.

Since then I've been living on my own. I said **** roomates. Now I do my dishes twice a day, eat when I want, shower when I want as long as I want, come home when I want, have whoever over whenever, and clean regularly without anyone complaining. I've never been so satisfied in my life. It's a little more expensive but idc no one bothers me.

surviving roommates 101.

1. NEVER buy anything you dont intent to eat immediatly. anything you leave in the fridge is fair game.

2. paper plates and plastic forks. make every one ponie up a few dollars a month to resupply. you have no intention of doing their dishes, they have no intention of doing yours, why kid yourself. no one is going to do the dishes.

3. small personel fridge in the closet of your room with a pad lock. its the only way. you get a house full of stoned freaks with the munchies nothing will be safe.

4. maid service once a month. less than 30 bucks a month from each of you. no one is going to clean the bathrooms. you know it. they know it. not gonna happen. why wait till the smell of mold makes you start using the bathroom at buger king down the street.

5. debit cards. dont keep ANY cash on you, EVER. again, a stoned freak with the munchies has no conscience. it will happen. no cash means it will happen to someone ELSE, and not you.

6. girlfriends. dont let them come over. ever. no hanging out, no picking you up or dropping you off there. keep them away. a house full of single horney men is dangerious in BOTH directions. your just a room mate. they come and go. a good lay is rare, a lay at all is rare for some. they will pounce on her the second you turn your back. also, girlfriend a little pissed at you? too drunk to perform that night? take her to a house full of horney men? smarrrttt.

7. female roommates. they are the best. women are neater than men. cleaner. more responsible, they will pay their bills on time. they MIGHT even clean the house. after a couple years of male roommates, i went to women roommates totally. never sleep with them, it kills your freedom, and thus turns a good solution into a prison. never never never.....unless...its late, shes drunk and horney, and you KNOW your not her type and she wont want anything to do with you in the morning. then it could be a perk. just dont get complacent into taking her to fufill your needs and stop going out to meet people. a sure sign your home is slowly turning into a prison.

If the girl's such a ****, then you shouldn't be with her, or deal with the consequences.

If your roommates are that incosiderate of you, you need new roomates.
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rofl,

a woman will jump a hot guy as fast as any guy would jump a hot babe that came on to them, boyfriend or no boyfriend.

they are no differant than men. they are with you because they couldnt get any better. or mabe they actually thought you were the best untill they saw........you get my point.

wake up and face reality, or deal with the consequences.

I've had great roomates.

My first roomate was ******, but we were only roomates for a week. You didn't get to have any control over who you roomed with at all during plebe year, so I got really lucky. The first guy was just out for himself, and would crap on you in a heartbeat.

My other roomates are my best friends to this day.

I did have one bad roomate after that first week though, because he had a first floor room, and because of an in-school job position, my old roomate had to switch rooms. He had three low points.

1) Incredibly phlemy spit, first thing, every morning. Imagine that as your alarm clock. Hocking a loogey into the (in-room) sink right under the head of the bunkbed. Also at random intervals, but mainly then.

2) Complete and total nutjob-consipracy theorist. Really really bad.

3) Total *******. Complete lack of any manners or consideration for others.



He was also half French, half Afgani, and from New York. I'm not sure what accounted for him being a total *******.

Luckily we weren't allowed to really have dishes/food and the like. I can post some pics of what the rooms looked like and why having a bad roomate in that space would be hell, but I doubt you guys are that bored. It is friday though... In any case, my last year was a blast, living with four guys in an incredibly tiny room. Luckily all of my roomates were pretty awesome except for minor problems.

This also reminds me I need to go downstairs and put dishes away from the dishwasher.

This is why you need cases with locks on them. Then a lock on the side panel. Then a password on BIOS/POST. Then another password on Windows itself.

There are so many lockdowns on my electronics I've never had any troubles with roomates trying to use my stuff. I've caught some trying to but they always fail.

I've never really had any bad roomates. One or two got a little nosey and liked to try and use my stuff. However, after living with 3 other siblings who refuse to give a person any privacy.. you learn a few ways to keep your stuff safe.

My crap is so locked up it's kinda sad. Even the locks have a backup lock. >.>;

Fridge? Locked.
Computer? See above.
Video game consoles/Games/Electronics/Personal belongings? Double locked in a few safes and cabinets.
My door has a deadbolt lock in it.
I had a camera running at one point to catch a roomate who decided she could 'borrow' my money.
Dressers? Locked.
Desks? Locked.

Might sound like overkill.. but I know my stuff is safe. >>; An old boyfriend use to say it was freaky though..

Edited, Sat Feb 25 03:21:53 2006 by Stubwub