Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Ode to my Roommate...Whom I hate.
Not hate. Just dislike very much.
I live with a girl I do not particularly enjoy. Every night when I come home and she is already there, there are only 2 places she is. Either on my couch watching TV or in the kitchen with the TV on. Always. If I get back before she does, I try to grab some time on the new couch I purchased when she moved in. We have lived together for about 3 months and I think I have sat on my couch 3 times. Total. Sigh... And she turns on every single light. I walk in from work and then entry hall light is on, both kitchen lights, the dining room light on, the living room light and to top it off....her bedroom light is on! And she is clearly sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. With her laptop out and open. My electric bill has soared since she has moved in. It use to be about 25 bucks. Next month it was over 40! And speaking about bills... we split utilities which is totally normal right? Well I usually get the bill in the mail first because it has my name on it and I open it, write my check, put the total on the stub and place it in the envelope and leave it on the kitchen counter for her. Well weeks go by before she even writes her own check. Then one day I finally look to see if she has written one and she has, but has left it exactly the way I had it. She didn’t mail the damn thing! Fine, your precious 40 cents? I put stamps on all our bills. But this current month I have not. I am NOT always being the responsible one. How friggin’ hard is it to place a single stamp on a letter and mail it!? And when she bakes or cooks, she doesn’t wipe up the counters. There is flour there from over a month ago because I refuse to keep cleaning up after her! She drinks milk (which is great) but then leaves her milk cartons out for days, if not weeks! And more than one at a time too. Passive aggressive is my middle name apparently. I thought about asking about the milk cartons and seeing if they were for a “craft project” or if she is just too damn lazy to throw them out or recycle. I just don’t get it. Plus, for two months after she moved in, she had the same 5 or 6 items laying on the kitchen counter not going anywhere. A Brita water pitcher, an empty can of coffee, 2 remote controls and a few other things. I finally put them in a small box she had left and placed them in her room when I had a dinner party. Oh! And on that note! I had a dinner party. I told her about it and invited her and her friend (Who she had invited to stay with us for a week in our living room on a huge air mattress and didn’t feel like asking me first or telling me about.) and even invited them to join us but they were busy. So along comes Friday and there is all of her shit out on the counters, all of her friends stuff strewn across the living room floor along with a queen size air mattress in the middle of it all. So I have to clean it all up before I started cooking. And randomly…she also runs the dishwasher All the Time. I mean 2-3 times a week. I don’t eat a whole lot or use a ton of dishes through the week. I ran it probably every 10-14 days. Every 3 days she runs it. She eats so much it is ridiculous! These aren’t even cooking dishes in the washer. They are purely plates and cups and silverware. So in conclusion… I don’t like going home anymore. It’s not my home. I want to either live with a person I really enjoy, live alone, or move in with a boyfriend. Which sadly was suppose to happen in August, it didn’t work out and now I am stuck with her as a roommate because I had to find someone and I hate moving. Now I am thinking about moving out in December and finding someone to sublet my apartment. (Which is amazing by the way!) My friend Cash wants to me to rewrite my encounters with her with a little more wit and sarcasm and place it on the Rants and Raves of Craigslist and hope that it is selected for "The Best of Craigslist." I don’t want to mention all of these things to her because then it gets even more awkward or at least I think that. But in retrospect, we don’t talk. In the morning it’s hello, have a good day. And at night if we do see each other it’s hey, how’s it going. That is it. That’s about as much as I have ever said to her. And she to me. Whatever. I don’t need her or want her as a friend. I am just annoyed all the damn time. I want to be able to spend time in my house without feeling like a stranger or a visitor. I want to cook in my kitchen, watch TV in my living room and be able to get the hell out of my bedroom. Sigh…That is my posting for the day. I needed to write all of that crap.
I live with a girl I do not particularly enjoy. Every night when I come home and she is already there, there are only 2 places she is. Either on my couch watching TV or in the kitchen with the TV on. Always. If I get back before she does, I try to grab some time on the new couch I purchased when she moved in. We have lived together for about 3 months and I think I have sat on my couch 3 times. Total. Sigh... And she turns on every single light. I walk in from work and then entry hall light is on, both kitchen lights, the dining room light on, the living room light and to top it off....her bedroom light is on! And she is clearly sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. With her laptop out and open. My electric bill has soared since she has moved in. It use to be about 25 bucks. Next month it was over 40! And speaking about bills... we split utilities which is totally normal right? Well I usually get the bill in the mail first because it has my name on it and I open it, write my check, put the total on the stub and place it in the envelope and leave it on the kitchen counter for her. Well weeks go by before she even writes her own check. Then one day I finally look to see if she has written one and she has, but has left it exactly the way I had it. She didn’t mail the damn thing! Fine, your precious 40 cents? I put stamps on all our bills. But this current month I have not. I am NOT always being the responsible one. How friggin’ hard is it to place a single stamp on a letter and mail it!? And when she bakes or cooks, she doesn’t wipe up the counters. There is flour there from over a month ago because I refuse to keep cleaning up after her! She drinks milk (which is great) but then leaves her milk cartons out for days, if not weeks! And more than one at a time too. Passive aggressive is my middle name apparently. I thought about asking about the milk cartons and seeing if they were for a “craft project” or if she is just too damn lazy to throw them out or recycle. I just don’t get it. Plus, for two months after she moved in, she had the same 5 or 6 items laying on the kitchen counter not going anywhere. A Brita water pitcher, an empty can of coffee, 2 remote controls and a few other things. I finally put them in a small box she had left and placed them in her room when I had a dinner party. Oh! And on that note! I had a dinner party. I told her about it and invited her and her friend (Who she had invited to stay with us for a week in our living room on a huge air mattress and didn’t feel like asking me first or telling me about.) and even invited them to join us but they were busy. So along comes Friday and there is all of her shit out on the counters, all of her friends stuff strewn across the living room floor along with a queen size air mattress in the middle of it all. So I have to clean it all up before I started cooking. And randomly…she also runs the dishwasher All the Time. I mean 2-3 times a week. I don’t eat a whole lot or use a ton of dishes through the week. I ran it probably every 10-14 days. Every 3 days she runs it. She eats so much it is ridiculous! These aren’t even cooking dishes in the washer. They are purely plates and cups and silverware. So in conclusion… I don’t like going home anymore. It’s not my home. I want to either live with a person I really enjoy, live alone, or move in with a boyfriend. Which sadly was suppose to happen in August, it didn’t work out and now I am stuck with her as a roommate because I had to find someone and I hate moving. Now I am thinking about moving out in December and finding someone to sublet my apartment. (Which is amazing by the way!) My friend Cash wants to me to rewrite my encounters with her with a little more wit and sarcasm and place it on the Rants and Raves of Craigslist and hope that it is selected for "The Best of Craigslist." I don’t want to mention all of these things to her because then it gets even more awkward or at least I think that. But in retrospect, we don’t talk. In the morning it’s hello, have a good day. And at night if we do see each other it’s hey, how’s it going. That is it. That’s about as much as I have ever said to her. And she to me. Whatever. I don’t need her or want her as a friend. I am just annoyed all the damn time. I want to be able to spend time in my house without feeling like a stranger or a visitor. I want to cook in my kitchen, watch TV in my living room and be able to get the hell out of my bedroom. Sigh…That is my posting for the day. I needed to write all of that crap.
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