ok this one's gotta be the worst. A guy who craps everywhere when he gets drunk. That's not a roommate. That's a wild animal.J03bot said:
Poll: Most Annoying Roommate Habit
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My room mate's an okay guy, but his girlfriend is ALWAYS here. Our room is actually quite small, and the fact that a barely 2-person room holds 3 people now drives me insane! And the sex! I don't care about them having sex (our bedrooms are separate), but the walls are quite thin, and she's a screamer. It's actually pretty damn against the rules for her to live with him, but it's not so bad that I would ruin an otherwise amiable relationship with the room mate just to be rid of her. All I can do is pray that they break up, which I know sounds mean, but trust me, their relationship is entirely shallow. It won't last too long.
Please, GOD, don't let it last too long.
Please, GOD, don't let it last too long.
I voted the total slob... but there are slobs and there are slobs. I can stand clutter, dust, disarray, all sorts of little habits. But there is one type of slovenliness I cannot abide, and that is the habit of leaving out food waste. Any mess that can rot needs to be cleaned up the same day it's made, or I will fly off the handle.
I'm gonna have to go with the slob having stayed with people in the past who couldn't keep a house clean if you paid them a million dollars a year to do that and only that.
My two best friends for about 10 years were living together right out of high school and then got married a couple years after that when she got knocked up. They tried trading off on each other doing all the chores from one day to the next only it was never his turn to do any of it so for a while she wouldn't do any of it.
At one point while she was pregnant their kitchen got so bad that she couldn't go in it without throwing up and he was working 10+ hour days and was too tired to deal with so he paid me about $150 to spend three days cleaning up the mess.
There was a bowl that had pancake mix in it that was totally green with mold, and various other dishes that hadn't been cleaned in about two weeks. I have to say that the dishwasher in that apartment was the most fucking amazing dishwasher ever created by man. It cleaned every dish I put in it without having to soak and rinse them off first. We're talking dried on tomato sauces and pasta still suck and now nearly cemented to the plates and pots and pans. I would've stolen that dishwasher when I moved out, seriously.
Fast forward a couple of years, things haven't really changed much, I'm working doing temp work at the same company as him sanding cabinetry before it gets the finish sprayed on. Different apartment with no dishwasher this time. I'd been there a couple of days and it looked like no one had done dishes in about a month. There was one skillet in the sink that had hamburger chunks in that were growing maggots and the smell was horrific. After a particularly brutal 16 hour day of sanding and helping the company idiot get his spraying done I actually had to bring my respirator home from work so that I could clean the fucking kitchen which took another two hours on top of all that.
Other than they were horrible as a couple and completely worthless at keeping up the cleaning they were decent people until he flipped his nut and started banging some other chick. They appreciated me cleaning up their mess at least. I haven't heard from him in nearly a year after all the shit he pulled, and I don't hear from her much these days either because her new friends are really fucking annoying internet stereotypes.
My two best friends for about 10 years were living together right out of high school and then got married a couple years after that when she got knocked up. They tried trading off on each other doing all the chores from one day to the next only it was never his turn to do any of it so for a while she wouldn't do any of it.
At one point while she was pregnant their kitchen got so bad that she couldn't go in it without throwing up and he was working 10+ hour days and was too tired to deal with so he paid me about $150 to spend three days cleaning up the mess.
There was a bowl that had pancake mix in it that was totally green with mold, and various other dishes that hadn't been cleaned in about two weeks. I have to say that the dishwasher in that apartment was the most fucking amazing dishwasher ever created by man. It cleaned every dish I put in it without having to soak and rinse them off first. We're talking dried on tomato sauces and pasta still suck and now nearly cemented to the plates and pots and pans. I would've stolen that dishwasher when I moved out, seriously.
Fast forward a couple of years, things haven't really changed much, I'm working doing temp work at the same company as him sanding cabinetry before it gets the finish sprayed on. Different apartment with no dishwasher this time. I'd been there a couple of days and it looked like no one had done dishes in about a month. There was one skillet in the sink that had hamburger chunks in that were growing maggots and the smell was horrific. After a particularly brutal 16 hour day of sanding and helping the company idiot get his spraying done I actually had to bring my respirator home from work so that I could clean the fucking kitchen which took another two hours on top of all that.
Other than they were horrible as a couple and completely worthless at keeping up the cleaning they were decent people until he flipped his nut and started banging some other chick. They appreciated me cleaning up their mess at least. I haven't heard from him in nearly a year after all the shit he pulled, and I don't hear from her much these days either because her new friends are really fucking annoying internet stereotypes.
I say the worst habit your roommate could have is eating EVERYTHING IN THE FUCKING FRIDGE. I should know. I have an older brother, who had a bottomless pit for a stomach.
Edit: And before you ask, I said had because he started to eat less after his teenage years... or at least I think so... Let me check.
Edit: And before you ask, I said had because he started to eat less after his teenage years... or at least I think so... Let me check.
Well, my roommate wasn't so bad. We pretty much just kept to ourselves and it was fine. Kind of...weird...but fine. Now, all of my friends' roommates? Not so much.
One of them was a massive stoner (literally-he looked like a pregnant woman) who always got stoned, drunk, or both and never cleaned his side of the room. The smelled HORRIBLE.
One of them did kinda the same thing, always getting back at like, 4:30 in the morning, sometimes drunk and sometimes not, but never putting any effort into being quiet. From what I heard, he'd just turn on all the lights while he got ready for bed, very loudly. He'd even answer his phone and have a conversation while my friend was trying to sleep without even leaving the room.
Last but not least, my OTHER friend's roommate.....God fucking damn. This friend was in an apartment-type dorm, so he got his own room and a living area to share with three other people. Only one of them was really bad though. He was almost all of the above: His room was so messy he couldn't get in, so he slept on the couch. And despite being the messiest one of the four, he left notes everywhere telling people to clean their own messes, even though MY friend had been cleaning HIS messes the whole year. The worst part didn't really effect my friend, but it's still ridiculous:
The dorm has laundry machines in the basement, right? There's even a fucking elevator down there. But this guy didn't do his own laundry. Oh no. He didn't even know HOW. Instead, his mother would make the 4 HOUR DRIVE to the dorm EVERY WEEK to pick up his laundry, take it back to his house, and DO IT FOR HIM. FOUR. FUCKING. HOURS.
I fucking hated this guy before I met him.
Oh yeah, and there was a guy who was ALMOST my roommate for the coming semester who was a huge asshole. Once when I was hanging out in my friends' dorm, he had his music playing on one of those Ipod stereo things. It was some old music from the 50s, and I could see the Vault-Tech guy on his ipod. So I, thinking I'd be living with this guy in a few months, attempted to make friends with the guy by mentioning it. I said something like, "Fallout. That's an awesome game." And he responds in this... REALLY condescending voice with "Yeeeaah....It's actually Bioshock...." He said this like he was explaining to a 5 year old why 2+2 wasn't 5. I wanted to punch him the head.
TL, DR: Fuck roommates.
One of them was a massive stoner (literally-he looked like a pregnant woman) who always got stoned, drunk, or both and never cleaned his side of the room. The smelled HORRIBLE.
One of them did kinda the same thing, always getting back at like, 4:30 in the morning, sometimes drunk and sometimes not, but never putting any effort into being quiet. From what I heard, he'd just turn on all the lights while he got ready for bed, very loudly. He'd even answer his phone and have a conversation while my friend was trying to sleep without even leaving the room.
Last but not least, my OTHER friend's roommate.....God fucking damn. This friend was in an apartment-type dorm, so he got his own room and a living area to share with three other people. Only one of them was really bad though. He was almost all of the above: His room was so messy he couldn't get in, so he slept on the couch. And despite being the messiest one of the four, he left notes everywhere telling people to clean their own messes, even though MY friend had been cleaning HIS messes the whole year. The worst part didn't really effect my friend, but it's still ridiculous:
The dorm has laundry machines in the basement, right? There's even a fucking elevator down there. But this guy didn't do his own laundry. Oh no. He didn't even know HOW. Instead, his mother would make the 4 HOUR DRIVE to the dorm EVERY WEEK to pick up his laundry, take it back to his house, and DO IT FOR HIM. FOUR. FUCKING. HOURS.
I fucking hated this guy before I met him.
Oh yeah, and there was a guy who was ALMOST my roommate for the coming semester who was a huge asshole. Once when I was hanging out in my friends' dorm, he had his music playing on one of those Ipod stereo things. It was some old music from the 50s, and I could see the Vault-Tech guy on his ipod. So I, thinking I'd be living with this guy in a few months, attempted to make friends with the guy by mentioning it. I said something like, "Fallout. That's an awesome game." And he responds in this... REALLY condescending voice with "Yeeeaah....It's actually Bioshock...." He said this like he was explaining to a 5 year old why 2+2 wasn't 5. I wanted to punch him the head.
TL, DR: Fuck roommates.
How about the one having sex with his last hook up when you ar in there sleeping? Boy, that was the most awkward thing ever.TeeBs said:
I must say that I truly have the most annoying roommate. This guy is something else entirely. He's been a friend for a while, but he's always had his somewhat annoying side. Now that I live with the guy, sometimes I want to just go ballistic on him.
When he first moved in, he was steadily employed as an STNA. He paid his rent (although he'd talk behind my back to my sister of all people & act like he was paying too much. This is because it was the first time in his life he's ever paid rent). He was staying with us & other people before...kind of bouncing from place to place for free for quite a while...this was after he finally left his Aunt's house as a 27 year old man. We'd let him stay quite a bit & it was just getting too much, so we told him he could stay permanently, but he'd have to pay rent. He agreed only because he had pretty much burned all his other bridges.
He paid his rent then no problem. But then he lost his job because he's an uber pothead & they popped him with a random. Idiot! We smoke on occasion, but this guy is a crackhead for weed. So the day he loses his job, instead of worrying about how he's gonna pay rent, he takes a bus straight to his weed dealer's house & parties for the entire weekend. For the next few weeks, he did nothing but kick it & party...showing no interest in trying to get a job. Finally, I let him know he still was responsible for his rent because he would make comments hinting that he couldn't pay it because he lost his job.
So to pay his rent, he goes to the blood bank. & He does this for months. I'm like, fine, as long as he's paying it. But then it became an issue because every time, he'd take his sweet time going when he pleased to the bloodbank. His tardiness could have been forgivable if he wasn't so annoying in so many other ways.
For one, he swears he is the number one STNA around...ok, so why were you jobless (over drugs no less...he never failed the test, he just never went to take it)...for months & months. Every place that was hiring had some issue....he worked there ten years ago & had gotten fired, it was owned by the same company he had just worked for & gotten fired from, it wasn't on a bus line, it wasn't the right shift...you name it. I was beginning to think he would never find a job. Finally though, he has. But he's back to talking smack to ppl like he can't save money because we demand it all in rent (no he just spends it all on weed). Here is a guy who had to pay $275 a month rent & that was it...that included food, bills (including cable & internet), toiletries, everything! We recently moved to a more expensive, but nicer place. He has come along. He now pays $300 & while he's been unemployed we've taken food stamps & blood bank money as his rent. But we're greedy apparently. He made $1300 a month at the time he was working before & so by the time he paid rent, still had over $1,000 & the only other expenses he had were a phone bill ($60/month) and his bus pass ($22.50 a week). Besides weed, I don't know what the heck he spends his money on. He doesn't go out with friends, he doesn't buy a lot of clothes or shoes, he doesn't play video games, he doesn't go to movies. He worked at that first STNA job for over five months & never even got himself a bed!! He was sleeping on an old couch of mine.
This guy cannot entertain himself without talking to someone. He doesn't watch too much TV & he broke the computer I let him use sometimes. He was too busy looking up & I quote "gay thug porn." I did a virus scan & it had 52 viruses! It finally crashed not to long ago. Only reason i didn't kill him over that was because I had a backup & a brand new one I had just gotten. If no one is around to talk to, he'll go around saying how bored he is. As soon as someone gives him a chance, it's like a whirlwind of drivel. He'll leave his room door open so that if anyone comes out of their room, he can follow them into the living room to chat...whether they want to or not. If I gotta pee in the morning when I know he's up, I will literally run to the bathroom & hope he doesn't try to conversate with me. But sometimes, he'll just come to the door & start talking to me while I'm on the toilet(& I'm a girl, so it's weird as hell). Then I gotta try to race back to my room so I don't have to stay out there conversating in my half asleep state.
I will be on my laptop with headphones on, very involved in a movie & I will glance over & his mouth is going a mile a minute. I pause the movie & he's steadily talking about some of the most ridiculous topics. He then notices I wasn't listening & gets upset & makes comments about me ignoring him( he's gay by the way, so it's not because he likes me or something sexually). I have gotten into it so many times with him over this. I tell him..."how the heck am I supposed to listen to you when I don't know you're talking because I have HEADPHONES on & you could clearly see I'm watching a movie?" He does this on a daily basis.
His most annoying habit is joining the conversation you're having with someone else on the phone. I can't tell you how many times he's overheard my conversations & just jumps right in talking to me while I am trying to talk on the phone. & say you're seated while this is going on...he'll bend over & position himself right in front of you, so you can't ignore him. & he's so loud. My grandmother has gotten to the point where she bursts out "Will you tell him to shut the hell up?" lol. I have tried several tactics while dealing with this one. I have put my finger up to him to indicate I need a minute (he plows on through that usually). I'll walk another room....he's always two steps behind with his nonstop chatter. I have come out & told him he's being rude...he insists he needs to get his points out before he forgets and he just can't wait til I'm off the phone or he'll forget. I have explained in detail to him that I am on the phone with SOMEONE ELSE, not HIM. He apparently is still waiting on his brain to process that memo.
He will do it when you talk to him too. He'll just talk right over you. I have told him it's rude & he says the same thing. He's gotta get his point out before he forgets. Like other people's points matter too dude. It drives me crazy because I'll be telling him something important--like where to put a 3 pound roll of hamburger--in thr fridge, so I can separate it. But at every attempt to finish that sentence, he'll talk over you about how he's due for a haircut or something. So the hamburger meat ends up in the freezer & I gotta figure out how to make three pounds of hamburger meat not go to waste. & when he does these bonehead moves it's ALWAYS because he won't shut up long enough for you to even tell him important things that effect us all as roommates. & he'll act like you didn't tell him or he didn't hear you so it's not his fault. Shut up for five damn minutes so you can hear & process what someone else is saying!
Another habit of his is to pace the floor back & forth while talking nonstop. So not only are you bombarded with his ceasless prattle, but you also have to deal with his constant state of movement. God Forbid if he has something on his mind. Like if he is waiting for a job interview or if he's waiting on news about something. He will not shut up about it. He will repeat himself a gazillion times. One time, he got hired at a job & he went to orientation & the next day, the lady called & said there was a slight problem. He got all frazzled & insisted on asking me literally every five minutes what I thought the issue was. As if I'm gonna conjure up my Ms. Cleo powers & figure it out for him. He wasn't gonna call her until Monday, the day he was scheduled to start his regular shift. I was like oh, no, mister, you're not driving me crazy all weekend with this nonsense. I made him call her because I refused to hear his questions & concerns for three days straight. It turns out, that's the one he worked at 10 years ago & she had just found out & told him he couldn't work there. So surprise, surprise...guess who had to listen to weeks on end about that one!
Food is a whole other can of worms. I am the one who shops & cooks in this household for the most part. Since I am the one who is good at budgeting both food & dollars, this is naturally what I do. I make dinners like pork chops & rice & beans, spaghetti with salad & garlic bread, homemade chicken soup, homemade chilli, manicotti with salad, fall off the bone ribs (not boiled either!). I make delicious, filling meals. Another thing I've heard through the grapevine is that I never make enough food, according to him. This because he thinks we can a)afford to just eat nonstop, b) feed the neighborhood.
Friends have come over & he's just given them stuff. Like 6 cookies in a bag. Or offer them a plate of food. I'm not greedy my any means, but you need to clear that kind of thing first. If someone is invited over for a meal, that's one thing. But if someone just shows up out of the blue & we don't have enough, oh well. They should have called. 90% of the time, we're not even in the middle of eating, so it's not like we're eating in front of someone.
The guy also as a pothead snacks all day long. I have to hide snacks in my room because if not, they will be gone long before I ever even think to have one. He will hide in the corner of the kitchen & just snack it up. Like there is nothing wrong with having a snack or two. But to eat a whole box of little debbie brownies without anyone else having one..that's piggish.
He also swears he is a paragon of cleanliness & acts like he's the only one who does anything around here (yet his room looks like Katrina's been there). 9 times out of 10, I'd say I do the most. I pay rent, I pay bills & utilities, I cook nearly every meal & I clean like every other day. He will do one large load of dishes while someone who doesn't live here is around & he'll be like "Oh, I just had to get those dishes done. I'm just not the kind of person who can sit in funkiness." I want to punch his teeth down his man-child throat when he says stuff like that. As if the rest of us just live in pure filth. Dude, you only did the dishes because I got on you about helping out!! Are you serious!!!!!!
One of the most annoying parts of dealing with this guy is the stuff he talks about. He literally will read boring documents to me as if it's the cat's meow! He read to me a section of his new job's employee handbook. Why would I care about his employee handbook? I don't work there! He will read aloud from his court documents when he gets tickets or he'll read facebook posts to me that I already read because that person is on my page. He'll go on & on about how his family doesn't do enough for him. (he expects them to drop everything for him. For his job interview, he needed a ride. His brother was gonna give him the ride, but told him he had to wait while he ran to the store (he had over an hour & a half before the interview & the place was only 15 minutes away). He ranted for ten minutes screaming "Why the hell does he have to go to the store first! Can't he do that when we get back! What teh f*ck is his problem?" Umm...it's his car, his life...if he wants to go to the store first, why the hell not. He was only going to the corner store. His brother can barely tolerate him anyways, so he's lucky he did it for him.
Guess I just needed to vent. Sorry for the novel lol
When he first moved in, he was steadily employed as an STNA. He paid his rent (although he'd talk behind my back to my sister of all people & act like he was paying too much. This is because it was the first time in his life he's ever paid rent). He was staying with us & other people before...kind of bouncing from place to place for free for quite a while...this was after he finally left his Aunt's house as a 27 year old man. We'd let him stay quite a bit & it was just getting too much, so we told him he could stay permanently, but he'd have to pay rent. He agreed only because he had pretty much burned all his other bridges.
He paid his rent then no problem. But then he lost his job because he's an uber pothead & they popped him with a random. Idiot! We smoke on occasion, but this guy is a crackhead for weed. So the day he loses his job, instead of worrying about how he's gonna pay rent, he takes a bus straight to his weed dealer's house & parties for the entire weekend. For the next few weeks, he did nothing but kick it & party...showing no interest in trying to get a job. Finally, I let him know he still was responsible for his rent because he would make comments hinting that he couldn't pay it because he lost his job.
So to pay his rent, he goes to the blood bank. & He does this for months. I'm like, fine, as long as he's paying it. But then it became an issue because every time, he'd take his sweet time going when he pleased to the bloodbank. His tardiness could have been forgivable if he wasn't so annoying in so many other ways.
For one, he swears he is the number one STNA around...ok, so why were you jobless (over drugs no less...he never failed the test, he just never went to take it)...for months & months. Every place that was hiring had some issue....he worked there ten years ago & had gotten fired, it was owned by the same company he had just worked for & gotten fired from, it wasn't on a bus line, it wasn't the right shift...you name it. I was beginning to think he would never find a job. Finally though, he has. But he's back to talking smack to ppl like he can't save money because we demand it all in rent (no he just spends it all on weed). Here is a guy who had to pay $275 a month rent & that was it...that included food, bills (including cable & internet), toiletries, everything! We recently moved to a more expensive, but nicer place. He has come along. He now pays $300 & while he's been unemployed we've taken food stamps & blood bank money as his rent. But we're greedy apparently. He made $1300 a month at the time he was working before & so by the time he paid rent, still had over $1,000 & the only other expenses he had were a phone bill ($60/month) and his bus pass ($22.50 a week). Besides weed, I don't know what the heck he spends his money on. He doesn't go out with friends, he doesn't buy a lot of clothes or shoes, he doesn't play video games, he doesn't go to movies. He worked at that first STNA job for over five months & never even got himself a bed!! He was sleeping on an old couch of mine.
This guy cannot entertain himself without talking to someone. He doesn't watch too much TV & he broke the computer I let him use sometimes. He was too busy looking up & I quote "gay thug porn." I did a virus scan & it had 52 viruses! It finally crashed not to long ago. Only reason i didn't kill him over that was because I had a backup & a brand new one I had just gotten. If no one is around to talk to, he'll go around saying how bored he is. As soon as someone gives him a chance, it's like a whirlwind of drivel. He'll leave his room door open so that if anyone comes out of their room, he can follow them into the living room to chat...whether they want to or not. If I gotta pee in the morning when I know he's up, I will literally run to the bathroom & hope he doesn't try to conversate with me. But sometimes, he'll just come to the door & start talking to me while I'm on the toilet(& I'm a girl, so it's weird as hell). Then I gotta try to race back to my room so I don't have to stay out there conversating in my half asleep state.
I will be on my laptop with headphones on, very involved in a movie & I will glance over & his mouth is going a mile a minute. I pause the movie & he's steadily talking about some of the most ridiculous topics. He then notices I wasn't listening & gets upset & makes comments about me ignoring him( he's gay by the way, so it's not because he likes me or something sexually). I have gotten into it so many times with him over this. I tell him..."how the heck am I supposed to listen to you when I don't know you're talking because I have HEADPHONES on & you could clearly see I'm watching a movie?" He does this on a daily basis.
His most annoying habit is joining the conversation you're having with someone else on the phone. I can't tell you how many times he's overheard my conversations & just jumps right in talking to me while I am trying to talk on the phone. & say you're seated while this is going on...he'll bend over & position himself right in front of you, so you can't ignore him. & he's so loud. My grandmother has gotten to the point where she bursts out "Will you tell him to shut the hell up?" lol. I have tried several tactics while dealing with this one. I have put my finger up to him to indicate I need a minute (he plows on through that usually). I'll walk another room....he's always two steps behind with his nonstop chatter. I have come out & told him he's being rude...he insists he needs to get his points out before he forgets and he just can't wait til I'm off the phone or he'll forget. I have explained in detail to him that I am on the phone with SOMEONE ELSE, not HIM. He apparently is still waiting on his brain to process that memo.
He will do it when you talk to him too. He'll just talk right over you. I have told him it's rude & he says the same thing. He's gotta get his point out before he forgets. Like other people's points matter too dude. It drives me crazy because I'll be telling him something important--like where to put a 3 pound roll of hamburger--in thr fridge, so I can separate it. But at every attempt to finish that sentence, he'll talk over you about how he's due for a haircut or something. So the hamburger meat ends up in the freezer & I gotta figure out how to make three pounds of hamburger meat not go to waste. & when he does these bonehead moves it's ALWAYS because he won't shut up long enough for you to even tell him important things that effect us all as roommates. & he'll act like you didn't tell him or he didn't hear you so it's not his fault. Shut up for five damn minutes so you can hear & process what someone else is saying!
Another habit of his is to pace the floor back & forth while talking nonstop. So not only are you bombarded with his ceasless prattle, but you also have to deal with his constant state of movement. God Forbid if he has something on his mind. Like if he is waiting for a job interview or if he's waiting on news about something. He will not shut up about it. He will repeat himself a gazillion times. One time, he got hired at a job & he went to orientation & the next day, the lady called & said there was a slight problem. He got all frazzled & insisted on asking me literally every five minutes what I thought the issue was. As if I'm gonna conjure up my Ms. Cleo powers & figure it out for him. He wasn't gonna call her until Monday, the day he was scheduled to start his regular shift. I was like oh, no, mister, you're not driving me crazy all weekend with this nonsense. I made him call her because I refused to hear his questions & concerns for three days straight. It turns out, that's the one he worked at 10 years ago & she had just found out & told him he couldn't work there. So surprise, surprise...guess who had to listen to weeks on end about that one!
Food is a whole other can of worms. I am the one who shops & cooks in this household for the most part. Since I am the one who is good at budgeting both food & dollars, this is naturally what I do. I make dinners like pork chops & rice & beans, spaghetti with salad & garlic bread, homemade chicken soup, homemade chilli, manicotti with salad, fall off the bone ribs (not boiled either!). I make delicious, filling meals. Another thing I've heard through the grapevine is that I never make enough food, according to him. This because he thinks we can a)afford to just eat nonstop, b) feed the neighborhood.
Friends have come over & he's just given them stuff. Like 6 cookies in a bag. Or offer them a plate of food. I'm not greedy my any means, but you need to clear that kind of thing first. If someone is invited over for a meal, that's one thing. But if someone just shows up out of the blue & we don't have enough, oh well. They should have called. 90% of the time, we're not even in the middle of eating, so it's not like we're eating in front of someone.
The guy also as a pothead snacks all day long. I have to hide snacks in my room because if not, they will be gone long before I ever even think to have one. He will hide in the corner of the kitchen & just snack it up. Like there is nothing wrong with having a snack or two. But to eat a whole box of little debbie brownies without anyone else having one..that's piggish.
He also swears he is a paragon of cleanliness & acts like he's the only one who does anything around here (yet his room looks like Katrina's been there). 9 times out of 10, I'd say I do the most. I pay rent, I pay bills & utilities, I cook nearly every meal & I clean like every other day. He will do one large load of dishes while someone who doesn't live here is around & he'll be like "Oh, I just had to get those dishes done. I'm just not the kind of person who can sit in funkiness." I want to punch his teeth down his man-child throat when he says stuff like that. As if the rest of us just live in pure filth. Dude, you only did the dishes because I got on you about helping out!! Are you serious!!!!!!
One of the most annoying parts of dealing with this guy is the stuff he talks about. He literally will read boring documents to me as if it's the cat's meow! He read to me a section of his new job's employee handbook. Why would I care about his employee handbook? I don't work there! He will read aloud from his court documents when he gets tickets or he'll read facebook posts to me that I already read because that person is on my page. He'll go on & on about how his family doesn't do enough for him. (he expects them to drop everything for him. For his job interview, he needed a ride. His brother was gonna give him the ride, but told him he had to wait while he ran to the store (he had over an hour & a half before the interview & the place was only 15 minutes away). He ranted for ten minutes screaming "Why the hell does he have to go to the store first! Can't he do that when we get back! What teh f*ck is his problem?" Umm...it's his car, his life...if he wants to go to the store first, why the hell not. He was only going to the corner store. His brother can barely tolerate him anyways, so he's lucky he did it for him.
Guess I just needed to vent. Sorry for the novel lol
Cool story, bro.Heather Beaver said:
Basically all the girls who live in my halls of residence stay out till about 4am every other night, and when they arrive home they ALWAYS wake me up with their drunken tomfoolery. I do it myself sometimes I know but I generally try to stick to weekends and not days where everyone has to be up at 8AM. Also sometimes they are just obnoxious and play music whilst standing in the hall chatting and I have had to tell them to stfu a couple of times.
I've also experienced the aggressive note taker. I know I can be a little messy sometimes but if someone has something to say, say it to my face.
"The total slob" option, I love to be clean and organized but I hate it when people mess things up and I have to lecture them.
All of them do suck but this one just plain pisses me off.
All of them do suck but this one just plain pisses me off.
My roommate is so annoying. From the very beginning there were no set rules. But now she leaves notes on my door. Why can't she talk to me? I'm here all week! I opened the door on her tapeing one. I fucking hate her now. She told me to take out the trash,do my dishes more, and to not use hers. I would have been okay with that. If she hasn't been using my dishes. She ruined my soup spoon most likely on purpose, because it now looks like a rice spoon. All of my silver ware ended up with hers. Because I didnt really watch my plates like a hawk before this I accidentally used her pots some times. I was perfectly willing to do loads of dishes, but then she told me I DIDN'T HAVE TO so I stopped. She does one dish at a time, like a moron. I don't feel like taking a dish out, washing it, using it, then Washing it again. So there's ONE of my dishes in the sink. And she has a bunch in the sink and on the counters. There is no schedule for trash. My trash can lid is gone.I bought most of the cleaning supplies and all the tools.I'm pretty sure they're hiding the toilet paper. After she died her hair there was a mysterious slime in the shower that clogged it for weeks.no mater what time it is all the lights are on. She opened the window in the middle of winter. She stays up till midnight. Theres a loud oven fan she always leaves on.The living room is filled with her stuff. The notes she leaves me are rude and she tried to threaten me with the ra. She wrote that "your not a child", "i don't want to live with a rude person", " I'm not your mom", and "you used the bathroom trash can right?". Um, excuse me but may I point out that you're doing this through a note? If that's how she wants to play it then fine. I could take the trash cans,toilet brush, plunger,chemicals,table cloth,and tell the ra how bitchy she's being.
You might want to check the date the next time you post. This counts as a necro.Ashley Putnam said: