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Unwanted Roommates
Well... being as I'm too damn nice (or too much of a coward... no... it's because I'm too nice and don't want to confront my friend, because any confrontation with him WILL end in disaster, and a questioning of my validity as a friend.) to actually just give my roommate the boot... Let me clarify that part of my conflict here is that my roommate IS my friend and I DO care about him, and I DO care what happens to him... but I DON'T want him to keep living here. I'm going to spend several minutes of your time ranting about him. So anyway anyone who doesn't want to listen to my rant, just stop reading... I'll understand.
First of all... this roommate of mine was only supposed to be here temporarily. I specifically said a few weeks. The circumstances of that were as follows. It was early summer, and he was staying with his mother, having worn out his welcome in two other places since loosing yet another job, that once again was not his fault. (read as: he got the flu, and couldn't work, and used that as an excuse because he did not like the job even though it was a good paying job with excellent benefits.) Anyway, I digress. I must tell you that I can find a job in a day. and when I do not have a job ANY job will do rather than loosing my place to LIVE!
Now that said, I do know that *IF* something were to happen that I would not have a job or a place to live, that I would have options open to me. First of all, my parents would NEVER make hay about me coming to stay with them until I got back on my feet. Of course, they also know that I would be getting my ass in gear and getting on my feet asap so I could get out of my hair. My Roommate's mother on the other hand not only made hay about it, but nagged constantly blah blah blah... now as far as getting a job... ANY job, she was bloody well right... however, the constant nagging was not. Here's what happened next.
I invited my roommate over for an afternoon of biking, and then the following weekend we decided to do the same... and the weekend after that... That third weekend I suggested that since the weather was supposed to be nice we ought to go the next day too, so he ought to just sleep in the guest room rather than drive all the way home and back again (a good half an hour mind you). No problem there. He's a guest. The following weekend, biking as usual (this is btw a common occurrence on weekends in the summer. So this time his mother has INSTRUCTED him to ask me if he can move in with me since I obviously have room, having invited him to stay over one night in my tiny F'ING TINY 8x10 guest room. O_O Let me just say that I was fucking astounded at the audacity of her... but at the same time, I felt for him having heard first hand this sort of behavior from his mother, and made the terrible mistake of deciding not to risk the friendship by offending him, and said "Well... I guess you could but only for a few weeks and when I need the guest room, you're going to have to have someplace to go, so this can't be more than very temporary." How much more could have possibly laid it on the F'ing line, hey? That was 9 months ago.
Does he have a job? NO!
Does he regularly help out with the bills? NO
When he does help is it enough? NO...
$200 in one month is a LOT for him, and that's not even a QUARTER of the bills, and probably doesn't cover the extra expense of having him here, what with the two fans running on him constantly (or worse, I caught him running the damned furnace fan in summer as if it were air conditioning (which I won't use because of the cost) one day. I put a stop to that) I also started bitching about the damn fans... by having ungodly conniptions every time the electric bill comes in.. see.. SUMMER is when I catch UP on the gas and electric bill if I get behind during the worst part of winter. Not with this person in my house running fans on himself constantly, and the computer on and in use all the time.. not to mention the expense of adding the washing and drying costs for another adult's clothing, hot water for showers, because he cannot be economical enough to just take a bath. No there is not such thing as a conservative notion in this man. Everything is something he should be entitled to, even if it's ME supplying it rather than the government (read as ME!). I have forced the food budget to separate... I forced him to start paying his own phone bill too.. .by buying him a cheap trakfone, and turning off the house phone this month. Now if he wants a phone, he has to pay for his minutes. I was going to turn it off and go cell only 9 months ago, so he's cost me the amount of the phone bill every month for 9 months now... but not any more.
Now... here is my list of grievances:
Smoking in the house? I thought that was just the epitome of F'ING RUDE! There is a no smoking in the house rule, even when I DID smoke... and his first day I come home from work and he's got one of my NICE ceramic teacups to use as an ash tray, and he's SMOKING IN THE HOUSE! UGH... (Well I put a stop that that at least.)
Area #1--The Kitchen
Ants in the kitchen... not only the kitchen but the bathroom, they are living in the wall... why? because he supplies them with a constant supply of food by leaving dishes in the sink--IN THE SINK!! UNWASHED IN THE SINK!-- he can't rinse them and put them in the washer? Come on... a CHILD can do it. Rinse the junk off and put it in the washer!
Borax... yes, that is his answer to the ants... he pours borax all over the counters, the floor, everywhere and just leaves it there... HELLO? I USE those counters... I have VERY little damn counter space as it is and now there is borax all over them... great. I took care of that problem...
Stacks of dishes in both sinks... Well I went over that too.. ANTS UGH... but when they are stacked in BOTH sinks I can't rinse MY dishes... OH.. not unless I rinse enough of his to make room... *rolls eyes*
Could we possibly take 10 seconds to wipe off the counter after we use if for something? Take a damn clorox wipe and just wipe it off... COULD HE PLEASE STOP LEAVING CRUMBS AND SUGAR AND COFFEE STAINS ON IT! Same goes for the stove top... when you finish cooking, take a wipe and wipe it off while it's still hot. It comes off easier then. When you spill water all over the top of the stove because you cannot get the knack of boiling water in the tea kettle without boiling it over, CLEAN IT UP... Could he wipe off the table once in a while? YES I realize that there's a computer there... that's because HE is in the place that computer is supposed to be. It does not preclude wiping the table off after using it!
There is this thing called a swiffer... oh and a broom. You know.. I work 12 hours a day... it would be nice if when I get home the kitchen would be mopped once in a while. The only time I think he did it was when he spilled boiling oil all over the floor. (after lighting the stove on fire... and claiming it was because he'd never used an electric oven to deep fry before)...
I'll say this about food here too, since that's associated with the kitchen. I have put an end to this by forcing the food buying to be separate... When he first moved in, it was not. It was easier to prepare our meals together.. however, he had a total disregard for my dietary needs... what started happening, is that I would buy food appropriate to my needs (and his for that matter.. we're not talking about some great lack here, because I do not buy starchy food like corn, peas and beans... nor rice and pasta and bread... because I can't eat it. I also don't buy sugar. I sweeten with splenda, but actually many things I've learned to like better without anyway... some of my teas especially.) Anyway.. what started happening was I would spend say $50 on food, and that was enough to last the week or two weeks with what we had. I can recall one occasion where I specifically said "this is all the food we will have for two week. I can't buy more food for two weeks because the next paycheck has to pay the mortgage"... so 6 days later we had no food... It occurred to me about that time that since he does not have solid work, and by now is getting an unemployment check, that he would qualify for food stamps and if he would get off his ass and go apply for them, we might have been doing better on food anyway.. however, I was also annoyed to know that he spent about 60% of the small unemployment check on smokes and sugared coke. (i.e. pop I can't drink because he is too lazy to drive a little further or to another place where they carry the new diet coke... which he has said himself that he likes, but claims he can't find, even though I find it nearly everywhere I look for it.) I'll eventually get to what started happening that made me stop buying food altogether. His idea of 'helping' with the groceries was to take a few dollars and fill the house with pasta, flour, sugar, rice and beans... oh, not to mention frozen corn and peas... now the food I had bought was supplemented... by mixing everything with rice or pasta. My choice? eat what's prepared (because he was preparing the meals.. nice thought, but utterly thoughtless of my dietary needs.) or pick out everything that is inedible, inevitably a long enduring process... imagine my nice stir fry beef mixed with cheap egg noodles, cream of mushroom soup and peas... no side dishes... It was meant to be made with a light soy and saké sauce, and some carrots broccoli and pepper.. but never mind that we have PASTA and that will look like Ever so much more on the plate... we won't quibble over the fact that once it's down it takes almost no time to digest, resulting first in a bloated fullness.. and then a sagging emptiness... hunger... and nothing else on the menu for the day... *grump grump* meanwhile my nice fresh veggies rot?
Did I mention the saké? a 12 dollar bottle of saké that I used to cook with... sparingly too because it was expensive as hell compared to a bottle of cooking sherry, or white wine. He used it all. The hell if I know what on... but he claims that it was nearly empty... I claim that it was bloody not.. it was nearly full. Of course all the cooking wines were also used up and not replaced... He used up all of my Philip Berio olive oil... now... he's a great proponent of olive oil... one food choice we agree on.. however, did he replace it with the same? or even similar? no.. he replaced it with cheap corn or vegetable oil... I reamed him for it... "Why would you use up all the olive oil and a) not tell me and b) replace it with THIS crap?" His excuse? Olive oil costs three times as much. Well I'm sorry but there are certain things I'm not willing to sacrifice on, and regardless of how tight things get, I will not sacrifice on eating healthy food and not garbage... and if things are so tight, I'll sacrifice smoking and pop instead.. which I DID in fact. I can't help but note that he is still smoking, and still buying pop which he blazes through a 12 pack in less than two days! O_o... So anyway, he asked me next time he was going to go to the store if I needed anything and I said "Yah a bottle of olive oil." He did get a bottle... but of course it was not Philip Berio... that's ok.. at least it's olive oil. >_< I have since made it clear that MY food is separate from his... that he is not to use my food to combine with his food. While it was combined, I gained over 15 pounds in 9 months... That's unacceptable... Now that I've finally got my nutrition back under control, I've lost 4 of them again... I'm really irked that I HAVE to though. Anyway, on with the rant.
AREA #2 -- The bathroom:
Now the ants are also in the bathroom... I cannot take a bath without first rinsing the ants out of the bathtub... and then killing a bunch of them so they don't get in there while I'm trying to relax. These are little bitty sugar ants... and yes, they have increased exponentially since he moved in, and it's because of the sugar on the counter. But I have a few other gripes about the bathroom.
First of all... I did not appreciate that the ONE time he bought toilet paper (as opposed to ME buying it.) he bought that cheap Scott tissue crap that NO self respecting woman would use... Holy cow, I may as well wipe without toilet paper. YUCK! So I did confront him on that, and reminded him that WOMEN have to wipe EVERY time they use the toilet, not just occasionally, and as such we require ACTUAL toilet paper to use.
Since I am not the one who LEAVES a scum of cheap soap in the tub all the time, it would be very NICE if once in a while, he would actually NOTICE how nasty he has made the tub, and get down on his hands and knees and SCRUB IT, instead of making me do it before I can get into it and take a bath. I have mentioned this to him several times.
The condition of the bathroom in generally is almost ALWAYS unacceptable to me now. it is never wiped down, the floor behind the toilet is really nasty now... and since the accident I can't get behind there and clean it... I bitched about it and it was touched... but the job was NOT done properly. I guess it was too much to ask that he get down on his hands and knees and actually CLEAN around the foot of the toilet.... EVEN though, I am not the one who has to AIM to hit it. I just sit on it, and here lately I don't want to bloody sit on it.
Let me just say about the toilet again, that I believe that if one has a condition or one's diet causes one to have loose bowels on a nearly daily basis so that upon evacuation in nearly every instance there is considerable splatter on the inside of the bowl, that the person who has caused this unacceptable condition MUST --- I SAY MUST --- Clean that INSTANTLY. It cannot be left until later, or after work. If the morning routine includes spraying the inside of the toilet with poop, then the morning routine must also include cleaning the toilet so that it is pristine for the next person who must use it. The only exception to this would be if one were really truly ill, in which case someone else in the house would be trying to help them. (Oh wait.. wasn't I in a nearly devastating accident recently, with cracked ribs and serious sprain to the back, and pain pain and more pain with three weeks off work that should have been four and still not back full time? I don't recall getting very much at all in the way of extra help around the house after that first week... In fact it was pretty much just left until I did it myself (vacuuming, dishes, scrubbing etc. and I still can't do scrubbing without pain)
AREA #3 -- Laundry Room
Ok.. I have a few complaints here. First of all, I'm not perfect, yes I DO leave my laundry in the washer and dryer... but by god it's MY washer and dryer I'm leaving it in. If he leaves his clothes in the dryer and I need to put my clothes in there, have I ever just taken them out and thrown them in a basket to wrinkle and put it in front of his door so Lego will be tempted to a) sleep in them or b) pee in them because he's in a mood? NO... I fold them neatly, put them in the basket and put them on his bed. If they seem to have been sitting a while, I turn the dryer back on for a few minutes to tumble the wrinkles out of them. In return, he takes mine and stuffs them willy nilly into a basket, and yes, he leaves it outside my door where during the 12 or more hours I am at work every day, one of the cats inevitably sleeps in it, or Lego does something evil to it because someone didn't put him out at the very first yowl (indicating that he wants out.) I am REALLY sick of washing my clothes over.
Second... If the washing machine is set to the delicate or hand wash cycle, get a clue! Doesn't it go to follow that the items IN there MIGHT be delicate? or hand wash? That MAYBE they shouldn't go in the dryer? Yes it does! it goes to follow then that if you are going to take my delicates out of the washing machine you ought to check the labels before you stuff them in the dryer and destroy them. Rule #1 DO NOT PUT A BRA WITH UNDER WIRES IN THE DRYER! I am so sick of having to get new bras... they're damned expensive. RULE #2 DO NOT PUT SOMETHING THAT SAYS HAND WASH LINE DRY/HANG DRY/DRY FLAT IN THE DRYER. It's right there on the tags guys... very simple.
Now on about my delicates... when I hang them in the bathroom that is because they will drip INTO the bathtub if they drip... rather than on my floor. If you need to move them because you want to shower then move them to the hooks on the back of the door until you are done and then HANG THEM BACK UP LIKE THEY WERE! A lot of these are my good work clothes. When they are dry, don't throw them on my bed, or on my chair... they are delicate and wrinkle easily. Either wait until I get home from my 12 or more hours at work so I can hang them up, or hang them on the hook on the back of my door. That's not difficult.
LEARN TO RUN THE VACUUM once in a while without being asked... If I get home from one of my two jobs at midnight after leaving at 9 or 10 am... I guarantee that 1) I didn't track the stuff in and 2) I don't feel like running it right now.
Quit bitching about the damn yule tree too... I had a nearly fatal accident the day I planned to take it down remember? And I still don't feel up to it. It's freaking 7 feet tall! So leave me alone about it. And yes, Is still turn the lights on at night because of it's taking up a space in the corner 5 feet in diameter, it ought to at least be pretty.
I just realized that I sound like I'm talking to a child, and have lapsed into talking as if I were addressing the person in question.. well fine, whatever... I just need to get this off my chest...
One more thing, before I get onto privileges that I want back in my own home.
STOP PARKING YOUR CAR ON THE DRIVEWAY! You don't have a damn job, and I'm tired of having to play musical cars when I get home from one of my two jobs because you parked on the drive way and now want to GO somewhere... and then when you get back you want to block me in. PARK ON THE STREET! IT'S MY HOUSE!
I want to cook FISH whenever I want to. Before I had this roommate, I ate fish at least 3 times a week. Now he can't stand the smell, so I can't cook it? Who's house is this? I know.. I'll drive him out by cooking fish every day.
I want to be able to take a bath without having to ask if anyone needs to pee.
I want to be able to take a bath with the door open so I can hear my music.
Hell... I want to be able to walk around my house--MY HOUSE--naked whenever I want to.
I want to be able to have company whenever I want for as late as I want and not have to worry if we're keeping my roommate up.. not that he has to get up and do anything in the morning most of the time anyway.
Meh.. there are 90 million other things I could put here, but frankly, I'm tired of ranting now.. hahaha... I'm all ranted out.. I feel better.. .but anyone who knows me and knows him, feel free to encourage him to get a job ANY job and move out.
First of all... this roommate of mine was only supposed to be here temporarily. I specifically said a few weeks. The circumstances of that were as follows. It was early summer, and he was staying with his mother, having worn out his welcome in two other places since loosing yet another job, that once again was not his fault. (read as: he got the flu, and couldn't work, and used that as an excuse because he did not like the job even though it was a good paying job with excellent benefits.) Anyway, I digress. I must tell you that I can find a job in a day. and when I do not have a job ANY job will do rather than loosing my place to LIVE!
Now that said, I do know that *IF* something were to happen that I would not have a job or a place to live, that I would have options open to me. First of all, my parents would NEVER make hay about me coming to stay with them until I got back on my feet. Of course, they also know that I would be getting my ass in gear and getting on my feet asap so I could get out of my hair. My Roommate's mother on the other hand not only made hay about it, but nagged constantly blah blah blah... now as far as getting a job... ANY job, she was bloody well right... however, the constant nagging was not. Here's what happened next.
I invited my roommate over for an afternoon of biking, and then the following weekend we decided to do the same... and the weekend after that... That third weekend I suggested that since the weather was supposed to be nice we ought to go the next day too, so he ought to just sleep in the guest room rather than drive all the way home and back again (a good half an hour mind you). No problem there. He's a guest. The following weekend, biking as usual (this is btw a common occurrence on weekends in the summer. So this time his mother has INSTRUCTED him to ask me if he can move in with me since I obviously have room, having invited him to stay over one night in my tiny F'ING TINY 8x10 guest room. O_O Let me just say that I was fucking astounded at the audacity of her... but at the same time, I felt for him having heard first hand this sort of behavior from his mother, and made the terrible mistake of deciding not to risk the friendship by offending him, and said "Well... I guess you could but only for a few weeks and when I need the guest room, you're going to have to have someplace to go, so this can't be more than very temporary." How much more could have possibly laid it on the F'ing line, hey? That was 9 months ago.
Does he have a job? NO!
Does he regularly help out with the bills? NO
When he does help is it enough? NO...
$200 in one month is a LOT for him, and that's not even a QUARTER of the bills, and probably doesn't cover the extra expense of having him here, what with the two fans running on him constantly (or worse, I caught him running the damned furnace fan in summer as if it were air conditioning (which I won't use because of the cost) one day. I put a stop to that) I also started bitching about the damn fans... by having ungodly conniptions every time the electric bill comes in.. see.. SUMMER is when I catch UP on the gas and electric bill if I get behind during the worst part of winter. Not with this person in my house running fans on himself constantly, and the computer on and in use all the time.. not to mention the expense of adding the washing and drying costs for another adult's clothing, hot water for showers, because he cannot be economical enough to just take a bath. No there is not such thing as a conservative notion in this man. Everything is something he should be entitled to, even if it's ME supplying it rather than the government (read as ME!). I have forced the food budget to separate... I forced him to start paying his own phone bill too.. .by buying him a cheap trakfone, and turning off the house phone this month. Now if he wants a phone, he has to pay for his minutes. I was going to turn it off and go cell only 9 months ago, so he's cost me the amount of the phone bill every month for 9 months now... but not any more.
Now... here is my list of grievances:
Smoking in the house? I thought that was just the epitome of F'ING RUDE! There is a no smoking in the house rule, even when I DID smoke... and his first day I come home from work and he's got one of my NICE ceramic teacups to use as an ash tray, and he's SMOKING IN THE HOUSE! UGH... (Well I put a stop that that at least.)
Area #1--The Kitchen
Ants in the kitchen... not only the kitchen but the bathroom, they are living in the wall... why? because he supplies them with a constant supply of food by leaving dishes in the sink--IN THE SINK!! UNWASHED IN THE SINK!-- he can't rinse them and put them in the washer? Come on... a CHILD can do it. Rinse the junk off and put it in the washer!
Borax... yes, that is his answer to the ants... he pours borax all over the counters, the floor, everywhere and just leaves it there... HELLO? I USE those counters... I have VERY little damn counter space as it is and now there is borax all over them... great. I took care of that problem...
Stacks of dishes in both sinks... Well I went over that too.. ANTS UGH... but when they are stacked in BOTH sinks I can't rinse MY dishes... OH.. not unless I rinse enough of his to make room... *rolls eyes*
Could we possibly take 10 seconds to wipe off the counter after we use if for something? Take a damn clorox wipe and just wipe it off... COULD HE PLEASE STOP LEAVING CRUMBS AND SUGAR AND COFFEE STAINS ON IT! Same goes for the stove top... when you finish cooking, take a wipe and wipe it off while it's still hot. It comes off easier then. When you spill water all over the top of the stove because you cannot get the knack of boiling water in the tea kettle without boiling it over, CLEAN IT UP... Could he wipe off the table once in a while? YES I realize that there's a computer there... that's because HE is in the place that computer is supposed to be. It does not preclude wiping the table off after using it!
There is this thing called a swiffer... oh and a broom. You know.. I work 12 hours a day... it would be nice if when I get home the kitchen would be mopped once in a while. The only time I think he did it was when he spilled boiling oil all over the floor. (after lighting the stove on fire... and claiming it was because he'd never used an electric oven to deep fry before)...
I'll say this about food here too, since that's associated with the kitchen. I have put an end to this by forcing the food buying to be separate... When he first moved in, it was not. It was easier to prepare our meals together.. however, he had a total disregard for my dietary needs... what started happening, is that I would buy food appropriate to my needs (and his for that matter.. we're not talking about some great lack here, because I do not buy starchy food like corn, peas and beans... nor rice and pasta and bread... because I can't eat it. I also don't buy sugar. I sweeten with splenda, but actually many things I've learned to like better without anyway... some of my teas especially.) Anyway.. what started happening was I would spend say $50 on food, and that was enough to last the week or two weeks with what we had. I can recall one occasion where I specifically said "this is all the food we will have for two week. I can't buy more food for two weeks because the next paycheck has to pay the mortgage"... so 6 days later we had no food... It occurred to me about that time that since he does not have solid work, and by now is getting an unemployment check, that he would qualify for food stamps and if he would get off his ass and go apply for them, we might have been doing better on food anyway.. however, I was also annoyed to know that he spent about 60% of the small unemployment check on smokes and sugared coke. (i.e. pop I can't drink because he is too lazy to drive a little further or to another place where they carry the new diet coke... which he has said himself that he likes, but claims he can't find, even though I find it nearly everywhere I look for it.) I'll eventually get to what started happening that made me stop buying food altogether. His idea of 'helping' with the groceries was to take a few dollars and fill the house with pasta, flour, sugar, rice and beans... oh, not to mention frozen corn and peas... now the food I had bought was supplemented... by mixing everything with rice or pasta. My choice? eat what's prepared (because he was preparing the meals.. nice thought, but utterly thoughtless of my dietary needs.) or pick out everything that is inedible, inevitably a long enduring process... imagine my nice stir fry beef mixed with cheap egg noodles, cream of mushroom soup and peas... no side dishes... It was meant to be made with a light soy and saké sauce, and some carrots broccoli and pepper.. but never mind that we have PASTA and that will look like Ever so much more on the plate... we won't quibble over the fact that once it's down it takes almost no time to digest, resulting first in a bloated fullness.. and then a sagging emptiness... hunger... and nothing else on the menu for the day... *grump grump* meanwhile my nice fresh veggies rot?
Did I mention the saké? a 12 dollar bottle of saké that I used to cook with... sparingly too because it was expensive as hell compared to a bottle of cooking sherry, or white wine. He used it all. The hell if I know what on... but he claims that it was nearly empty... I claim that it was bloody not.. it was nearly full. Of course all the cooking wines were also used up and not replaced... He used up all of my Philip Berio olive oil... now... he's a great proponent of olive oil... one food choice we agree on.. however, did he replace it with the same? or even similar? no.. he replaced it with cheap corn or vegetable oil... I reamed him for it... "Why would you use up all the olive oil and a) not tell me and b) replace it with THIS crap?" His excuse? Olive oil costs three times as much. Well I'm sorry but there are certain things I'm not willing to sacrifice on, and regardless of how tight things get, I will not sacrifice on eating healthy food and not garbage... and if things are so tight, I'll sacrifice smoking and pop instead.. which I DID in fact. I can't help but note that he is still smoking, and still buying pop which he blazes through a 12 pack in less than two days! O_o... So anyway, he asked me next time he was going to go to the store if I needed anything and I said "Yah a bottle of olive oil." He did get a bottle... but of course it was not Philip Berio... that's ok.. at least it's olive oil. >_< I have since made it clear that MY food is separate from his... that he is not to use my food to combine with his food. While it was combined, I gained over 15 pounds in 9 months... That's unacceptable... Now that I've finally got my nutrition back under control, I've lost 4 of them again... I'm really irked that I HAVE to though. Anyway, on with the rant.
AREA #2 -- The bathroom:
Now the ants are also in the bathroom... I cannot take a bath without first rinsing the ants out of the bathtub... and then killing a bunch of them so they don't get in there while I'm trying to relax. These are little bitty sugar ants... and yes, they have increased exponentially since he moved in, and it's because of the sugar on the counter. But I have a few other gripes about the bathroom.
First of all... I did not appreciate that the ONE time he bought toilet paper (as opposed to ME buying it.) he bought that cheap Scott tissue crap that NO self respecting woman would use... Holy cow, I may as well wipe without toilet paper. YUCK! So I did confront him on that, and reminded him that WOMEN have to wipe EVERY time they use the toilet, not just occasionally, and as such we require ACTUAL toilet paper to use.
Since I am not the one who LEAVES a scum of cheap soap in the tub all the time, it would be very NICE if once in a while, he would actually NOTICE how nasty he has made the tub, and get down on his hands and knees and SCRUB IT, instead of making me do it before I can get into it and take a bath. I have mentioned this to him several times.
The condition of the bathroom in generally is almost ALWAYS unacceptable to me now. it is never wiped down, the floor behind the toilet is really nasty now... and since the accident I can't get behind there and clean it... I bitched about it and it was touched... but the job was NOT done properly. I guess it was too much to ask that he get down on his hands and knees and actually CLEAN around the foot of the toilet.... EVEN though, I am not the one who has to AIM to hit it. I just sit on it, and here lately I don't want to bloody sit on it.
Let me just say about the toilet again, that I believe that if one has a condition or one's diet causes one to have loose bowels on a nearly daily basis so that upon evacuation in nearly every instance there is considerable splatter on the inside of the bowl, that the person who has caused this unacceptable condition MUST --- I SAY MUST --- Clean that INSTANTLY. It cannot be left until later, or after work. If the morning routine includes spraying the inside of the toilet with poop, then the morning routine must also include cleaning the toilet so that it is pristine for the next person who must use it. The only exception to this would be if one were really truly ill, in which case someone else in the house would be trying to help them. (Oh wait.. wasn't I in a nearly devastating accident recently, with cracked ribs and serious sprain to the back, and pain pain and more pain with three weeks off work that should have been four and still not back full time? I don't recall getting very much at all in the way of extra help around the house after that first week... In fact it was pretty much just left until I did it myself (vacuuming, dishes, scrubbing etc. and I still can't do scrubbing without pain)
AREA #3 -- Laundry Room
Ok.. I have a few complaints here. First of all, I'm not perfect, yes I DO leave my laundry in the washer and dryer... but by god it's MY washer and dryer I'm leaving it in. If he leaves his clothes in the dryer and I need to put my clothes in there, have I ever just taken them out and thrown them in a basket to wrinkle and put it in front of his door so Lego will be tempted to a) sleep in them or b) pee in them because he's in a mood? NO... I fold them neatly, put them in the basket and put them on his bed. If they seem to have been sitting a while, I turn the dryer back on for a few minutes to tumble the wrinkles out of them. In return, he takes mine and stuffs them willy nilly into a basket, and yes, he leaves it outside my door where during the 12 or more hours I am at work every day, one of the cats inevitably sleeps in it, or Lego does something evil to it because someone didn't put him out at the very first yowl (indicating that he wants out.) I am REALLY sick of washing my clothes over.
Second... If the washing machine is set to the delicate or hand wash cycle, get a clue! Doesn't it go to follow that the items IN there MIGHT be delicate? or hand wash? That MAYBE they shouldn't go in the dryer? Yes it does! it goes to follow then that if you are going to take my delicates out of the washing machine you ought to check the labels before you stuff them in the dryer and destroy them. Rule #1 DO NOT PUT A BRA WITH UNDER WIRES IN THE DRYER! I am so sick of having to get new bras... they're damned expensive. RULE #2 DO NOT PUT SOMETHING THAT SAYS HAND WASH LINE DRY/HANG DRY/DRY FLAT IN THE DRYER. It's right there on the tags guys... very simple.
Now on about my delicates... when I hang them in the bathroom that is because they will drip INTO the bathtub if they drip... rather than on my floor. If you need to move them because you want to shower then move them to the hooks on the back of the door until you are done and then HANG THEM BACK UP LIKE THEY WERE! A lot of these are my good work clothes. When they are dry, don't throw them on my bed, or on my chair... they are delicate and wrinkle easily. Either wait until I get home from my 12 or more hours at work so I can hang them up, or hang them on the hook on the back of my door. That's not difficult.
LEARN TO RUN THE VACUUM once in a while without being asked... If I get home from one of my two jobs at midnight after leaving at 9 or 10 am... I guarantee that 1) I didn't track the stuff in and 2) I don't feel like running it right now.
Quit bitching about the damn yule tree too... I had a nearly fatal accident the day I planned to take it down remember? And I still don't feel up to it. It's freaking 7 feet tall! So leave me alone about it. And yes, Is still turn the lights on at night because of it's taking up a space in the corner 5 feet in diameter, it ought to at least be pretty.
I just realized that I sound like I'm talking to a child, and have lapsed into talking as if I were addressing the person in question.. well fine, whatever... I just need to get this off my chest...
One more thing, before I get onto privileges that I want back in my own home.
STOP PARKING YOUR CAR ON THE DRIVEWAY! You don't have a damn job, and I'm tired of having to play musical cars when I get home from one of my two jobs because you parked on the drive way and now want to GO somewhere... and then when you get back you want to block me in. PARK ON THE STREET! IT'S MY HOUSE!
I want to cook FISH whenever I want to. Before I had this roommate, I ate fish at least 3 times a week. Now he can't stand the smell, so I can't cook it? Who's house is this? I know.. I'll drive him out by cooking fish every day.
I want to be able to take a bath without having to ask if anyone needs to pee.
I want to be able to take a bath with the door open so I can hear my music.
Hell... I want to be able to walk around my house--MY HOUSE--naked whenever I want to.
I want to be able to have company whenever I want for as late as I want and not have to worry if we're keeping my roommate up.. not that he has to get up and do anything in the morning most of the time anyway.
Meh.. there are 90 million other things I could put here, but frankly, I'm tired of ranting now.. hahaha... I'm all ranted out.. I feel better.. .but anyone who knows me and knows him, feel free to encourage him to get a job ANY job and move out.
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I miss seeing you. You should go get some sushi sometime soon if you have some free time, maybe?