Hi Roseline! I have a roommate story for you. I live in Canada and I've had many roommates: some good, some bad, but this last one (and her boyfriend who was more like a less attractive, more smarmy siamese twin) really took the cake. Here is the story, and names and places have already been changed. Oh, and let's just say my name is Daisy. Thanks!!! Pension pour chien
About a year ago, I was at a coffee shop with my friend Carol. There were absolutely no free tables around, but sure enough there was one selfish guy using up a table for 6 all to himself. He was just sitting there with a laptop, so we asked politely whether we could sit with him, and he responded with a shrug that said "yeah, I guess so." Carol and I sat down and began a long conversation, disregarding the fact that a stranger was right next to us. After a few minutes of talk, the gentleman began reacting to some of the things we were saying, and occasionally reacting to things he seemed to be looking at on his computer. Another few minutes later, he began chipping in on our conversation, wedging his way in "sneakily" like strange people often do. Eventually he just turned his computer around and began showing us poorly-taken photos of a giant fire, and people who were evidently his "friends" jumping over said fire on bicycles. Safe, right? Oh, the things teenagers do... but wait! This guy is at least 30! Anyway, he enthusiastically introduced himself: "HI, my name's Fez*!!! I live in WHISTLER*!!! Do you snowboard? You should come stay with me and we'll hit the mountain" etc. Carol and I were both a bit overcome by the man's oddly immature way of presenting himself and especially his admiration for the stupid acts of his fire-jumping friends. Fez eventually left the coffee shop, and Candice and I fought over who would NOT take the paper with his phone number that he had given us. Neither of us did (we left it on the table), and from that point on, Fez became the butt of all of our "I can't stand the men in this city" "Why don't you give Fez a call!!" inside jokes. A year later, long after Fez has been made fun of and forgotten, my roommate Mary shows up with her new boyfriend. She walks in the door, and there's Fez. I rush to my computer and e-mail my friend Carol, asking her to "please tell me that we were being overly judgmental when we first met him! Please tell me that he wasn't a huge creep, because I seem to recall him really rubbing me the wrong way when we met him." Carol, a very kind and tolerant young lady, responded by saying that "yes, he's a creep, but probably harmless." As the days went on, my roommate and Fez fell completely in love. The kind of love that cannot possibly exist after only several days or weeks. They began to spend all of their time together, and when they were not together (or when they were in separate rooms), they sent each other loving msn messages and wrote each other extremely cliché poetry on Myspace comments (think..."I thought I knew what love was, but then I met you"). Because Fez lived in Whistler, our apartment became his new home. This guy went from being a creep at a coffee shop, to my new and certainly not welcome roommate. He did not become more endearing throughout this forced-get-to-know process; rather, I began to find him more and more creepy as I'd watch him attempt (on a daily basis) to scratch my dog's hind quarters in attempt to get my dog to "lick his pee pee", and as I'd listen to the inane and often disgustingly sexual (considering the people involved) conversations between the two of them. He was there every minute of every day, aside from when he was driving my roommate to her classes, waiting for her, and then bringing her back. Slowly but surely, this began to wear on my nerves, as well as the nerves of my landlord and my other roommate. After several warnings, both by my landlady and by the two of us roommates who are sick of seeing Mary and Fez all over the house, Fez was restricted to only two days of living with us, per week. Did the two lovebirds follow these rules? No. Instead, Mary snuck Fez in, sometimes through her bedroom WINDOW, every night. They hid his shoes in their room so that we "wouldn't know" that he was there, and on occasion he'd hide in her room for a full day while she went out to do various things that people who aren't freeloaders do. Whenever they thought we didn't know he was there, we knew. Besides, we could just assume he was there, because he always was. When the landlady finally gave Mary notice to vacate the apartment within two months, Mary broke down about how hard it is for her to love Fez so much and yet never be able to spend enough time with him. It somehow came as a shock to her, that the landlady was finally putting her foot down about this extra tenant. Mary cried, layed blame, and hurled insults at everyone but herself, despite the fact that she was the one who broke the rules that she had agreed to; she was the one being deceitful; she was the one irrationally in love with a 30 year old man with the mental capacity of a 14 year old; she was the one who didn't take advantage of the 3+ chances she was given by us actual rent-paying roommates; she brought it on herself. Mary insisted that her boyfriend (the equivalent to the man-on-the-couch in Half Baked, only smarmier and a lot more nauseating) was not living here the whole time, but her final words to my other roommate, as she solidified her date of moving out were: WE'LL move out by November 30th. Good riddance to bad roommates and worthless freeloaders! *names and places changed to protect the stupid
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Daisy said..
I also had a bad experience, as well.
Before I moved into current apartment, I paid a japanese agency to look for a person who rents a room out. They introduced me to this weird old Japanese lady who lives in co-op in Foresthill. I didn't know what the co-op is at the time. She told me all nice things and she never mentioned this is co-op and she wasn't allowed to have a roommate and they don't allow people to move in on weekends.I decided to rent the room immediately, because I was too busy to think about it. Then, I told her that my next day off is Saturday and Sunday, I would hire a mover and move in on Saturday. She didn't say anything that we can't.
When the day came, the mover went to the apartment, and the super came out and they had an argument and they were told to leave, because this was the weekend. I insisted that I paid for the mover and she didn't mention about it, so the mover and my boyfriend who helped me my moving accused her that it was her fault. She said she was sorry. Anyway, successfully I move in but every single time, I went out, she locked the chain and other locks, which she gave me only one key to them, I couldn't go in and out freely, so it was very convenient. In addition, she seemed to live alone for a long time, she didn't get used to live with someone.
She complained everything like she had to. She told me it seemd like I am the owner of this apartment because I have a good credit and good job and I got a lot of mails from everywhere, while she doesn't have anything to be sent. And she told me she wants to clean the rest of the room, so I don't have to clean. But she started nagging that I don't clean anything, when lost the interest to use the klitchen and ate out everyday, there was no reason why I had to clean. I moved out after 1 month because I recognized that this lady has a mental problem, which I have seen in the hosital where I work at. She was too lonely, so wanted to have a company. If she has money, she would have hired a companion to talk with. Unfortunately, she didn't have any money, I can see.When my sister came to NY and stayed with me for 5 days, which I told her before I decided to move in with her, that my sister was coming to visit me and stay with me, she said it would be OK, but when she came, she started saying that I told her that she would come next year. I
n NY, thing changes, why would I hav e to talk about next year, I judged she was crazy. And after than she tried to convince my sister that I am a bad person who doesn't clean anything. The apartment was in worse condition. The plumbing was clogged and small garbages she flushed in the kitchen, comes back out of the bath tub and she blamed that for me and former girl who lived with her for 3 months. I am ashamed as a the same japanese.
daron wrote:
I think I am cursed! I have live with the worst room mates you could ever imagine.
Once I moved in with an old friend of mine and she had a nice three bedroom house which happened to have an extra room. She told me there was another room mate but he was an ok guy. Well it sounded good enough to me. It turns out that this other room mate was an ex heroin addict who was taking morphene and he would sit at the kitchen table every night , like clockwork, he would have a bowl of soup in front of him and he would pass out face first into this bowl of soup. How he never drowned is beyond me.
I once had another room mate who would always steal my milk. It was so annoying because i told all the room mates not to drink my milk. i needed it for coffee and my breakfast cerial in the morning. But so many times I would go to pour milk on my cerial in the morning and a 2 litre jug would be reduced to 2 drops of milk. The real problem was i didnt know which of the room mates it was. I even started pouring my milk into a locking thermos and the bugger still found a way to get the milk out of it. So that was the final straw. I baught a bottle of laxative, it was in liquid form, and i added the entire content into the milk and i heard that dirty bugger moaning in the bathroom for an entire day! I didnt have a problem with losing any more milk after that day.
I once had another room mate or should I say 2 room mates who never left the house. I dont think either one of these guys would leave the house even if it were on fire. The first room mate had some mental problems. When ever I would bring friends over he would start having a mental breakdown and start yelling , theres too many people!!!, theres too many people!!! He was a real jem! He was growing pot in his bedroom closet and he would open his door at night and air out the smell into the rest of the house. He would always walk up to me and start talking about satanism and weird stuff like that. He would leave the house only once a day to go and pick up some Macdonals food which was all he ever ate. He would follow me around as if he were my shadow, not geting the hint that i didnt like him or want anything to do with him. He had a large screan tv but he couldnt afford cable. Well heres the kicker, my girlfriend and I were in my room, we had just had sex, and my girlfriend got up to go to the washroom, as she opened the door this guy almost fell head first into my room! He must have had his head pressed firmly against the door. Needless to say my girlfriend never came back to my place again.
I moved into a house with a few girls thinking everything would be honky dory
My first roomate was the worst
My fist roomate was the worst experience. I had on... experience.I had only a two weeks to find a place, so I answered an ad in the paper for a girl looking for a roomate. She happened to live in the same building as sme friends of mine so I was excited about that. I met with her and she seemed nice, the apartment was really clean, so I took the place.Things began to get really bad....Let's see in the 3 months I lived with her she:
- Painted bad pictures of naked little girls all over our living room walls (not ok'd by the landlord BTW)
- Turned our bathtub into a litter box for her 2 cats she was constantly neglecting.- Stole all my food so often I had to lock it up what I could in my bedroom.
- Had her alarm clock set for odd hours of the night then would disappear for a week with her bedroom door locked. I often had to call the landlord to come over and unlock her bedroom door so I could shut it off and get some sleep.
- She would always disappear when rent was due for a few weeks leaving me to scramble to try to find a way to cover her half or face eviction.
- Wait for me to go to bed and then lock herself in her room and turn up her music loudly but ignore me yelling at her to turn it down.- Stole several of my things but I got them back because I found them in her car with the doors unlocked.
- Collected jars of moldy food. That's right, if I cleaned out the fridge and threw away the moldy food she would dig them out of the trash and put them back in the fridge.
- Collected old empty boxes of pizza and left them sitting in her room with the cheese and grease baking in the sunlight from her window.
- Asked me for cash to pay the bills and then just spent the money with out paying them so all our utilities were turned off and I had to pay all the past money to get them turned back on since she couldn't.
-Would lock me out of the apartment by putting the chain lock on and ignore me when I banged on the door, I had to get the police to come and make her let me in.
- Moved her freend into a walk-in closet we had with out asking me if her friend could move in, finally they decided to 'evict' me after I complained to the landlord, so the 2 of them moved all my stuff out into the building's hallway one day while I was at work.
Luckily my landlord knew about my problems with my roommate and gave me a new apartment in the building where I found a much better roommate and my old one was evicted.
Debbie said
I once had a roommate who had a decent job working for the government. But she would blow her whole pay cheque the first day. Therefore she had no money to buy groceries.
She told me that she ate granola bars only (weird), no-one can live off of just granola bars! And she would stay up later than me, even though she was dead tired and needed to get up really early in the morning.
I started to notice that my canisters of spagetti, flour, brown sugar, cereal etc. started to dwindle over time, I couldnt understand it. Then one night I had to get up and let my dog out, she was in the kitchen with almost every pot cooking away. Weird I thought...she didnt ever buy groceries, where did she get the food from?
Then I figured it out, she was stealing all my food. I told her not to as I was on a strict budget, she kept doing it. So I got smart...I went to the store and bought 4 rubbermaid clear plastic boxes that fit into the fridge and freezer. I drilled holes into the lids and attached a padlock to each. Two in the fridge and 2 in the freezer, with all MY food in them. Plus, I attached a chain and a padlock to my kitchen cupboard.
During this time I was reasearching how I could legally get her out as a roommate, without any problems. Once I found out what to do, I gave her a week to find a place.
Debbie
Glen said
had a guy call me from winnipeg,allan was his name,said he worked in internet sales and wanted to rent my room so i said ok,well he gets here and turns out the guy is on coke and herion and he works for a rip off company called bestcarsandtrucks.com,the second night he was here he starts a fire in my kitchen,he gets so freaked out i had to call the cops to take him away,the ccops searched his room and found drugs,kiddy porn and some tickets from a gay strip club,now he's lookin for a new place,watch out for this guy he's a freak.
Glen
LPN said...
Ohh where do I start???
I had a roommate at VSU that all of a sudden went crazy. We got a room together purposefully- we were friends. Then all of a sudden she starts acting crazy, yelling at me and calling me names for stupid little reasons. She actually screamed at me down the hall, so that everyone could hear, because I didn't vacuum our room (the vacuum cleaner had been borrowed). I wound up transferring to another school.
I had an Indian roommate at GaTech, the room always smelled like nasty curry and she was one of the messiest people I've ever seen- clothes and trash everywhere. On top of that, her and her boyfriend would make out/ fool around while I was trying to sleep! One time I came back from the gym, saw that she was under the covers taking a nap and so I changed into my robe and went to take a shower. About an hour later, she comes strolling in the room and I come to find out the "napper" was her boyfriend! Thanks a lot.
Then I moved into an apartment with 3 other girls- one of them never ever came out of her room. When you knocked on her door instead of coming to open it, she would just say "what is it?!". It was fun talking to her door. The 2nd girl was a bit neurotic in that she HAD to have the common areas spic and span, but when you went in her room, you couldn't see the floor there was so much stuff laying everywhere! And she liked to leave LONG notes on the fridge explaining her frustrations...instead of trying to sit down and talk about it with us. The third girl I got along with the best, but she was also a little crazy- someone scratched up one of her pans so she took ALL of her stuff out of the kitchen and kept it her room.
Then I had another roommate who had a waitressing job so she always worked late nights, and she always came home in the middle of the morning (3am, 5am) DRUNK and LOUD and would wake me up. Its great to be woken up at 5 when you have to get up at 7!!! Also, her and the other girl living there would do bumps on the kitchen counter, stay up all kinds of crazy hours, and get all weirded out. That was fun.
My current roommate is a 20 yr old guy, goes to some crappy community college and only takes 2 classes. He smokes pot every day, sits around on his lazy ass and that's about it. I can never get him to fix anything, do anything, clean up after himself, he can't even be bothered to lock up the house properly when he leaves. Not to mention after he takes a shower it is so gross in there. Yuck. Screw roommates. If I could afford it I would DEFINITELY live alone.
Gross roommate story
Good Website idea. Here is my story:
i think the housemate with whom i share a bathroom is the most disgusting person ever. here's an example:
this morning i woke up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and stuff, and there was a dirty running shoe and a dirty washcloth in the bathroom sink. it was a shoe that the roommate had stepped in dog shit in a while ago. i picked it up by a lace and threw it on the floor. i thought my roommate was at school, but when i came up a couple hours later to take a shower, she was here, so i asked her to get the shoe out of the bathroom. we share a tiny bathroom, so it's not like i could just ignore the shoe. here's the conversation:
Me: "Can you get that shoe out of the bathroom? It's gross and I want to take a shower."
Her: "What's wrong with it?"
Me: "It has dog shit on it."
Her: "No it doesn't, I threw up on it."
Oh, well in THAT CASE... why didn't you just put it in my bed or something? because dog shit shoes are gross, but i LOVE vomit shoes. she took it out of the bathroom, but seemed mystified as to why i was unhappy with finding a barf shoe in the sink first thing in the morning.
so then i went to take my shower, and there's a goddamn skid mark of menstrual blood on the toilet seat. and this isn't the first time. i have 5 more months with her. 5 more months...
Shower Story
One night while on duty, I heard a knock at my door at about 1 a.m. A resident was at my door completely naked. He had a prank pulled on him and while showering had “lost” both his towel and his key to his room. To make matters worse, I was the only Resident Assistant he could find. I lived as far away from his room as possible. It was a duty night that neither the resident nor I will soon forget.
About a week later, another resident was taking a shower. His roommates thought it would be funny to take his towel and keys while he was showering. A noisy race ensued, causing everyone in the hall to stick their heads out their doors to see what was going on. This included the Resident Director’s wife.
And we all know about payback…early in the semester, a female resident had stolen her roommate’s towel, resulting in the need to use the shower curtain to cover herself. Pictures of the roommate in the shower curtain were taken. In anticipation of payback, the towel-stealing-photo-taking-roommate hid a towel in the bathroom for weeks, just in case. When the time was right…her roommate got her friends to steal the back up towel…I encountered this resident at my door one day, wrapped in a shower curtain, asking to be let into her room. It was a long walk to her room from mine. When I let her in the room, her roommate was waiting…pretending to read a book and laughing hysterically out loud.
Greetings! I moved to a large city where I only knew one person (an old acquaintance). I had problems finding a place to live, so I gave her a call, and she hooked me up with a friend of hers who was seeking a roommate. He's is a straight, single guy, like me. He seemed cool, so I took the room.
he FIRST NIGHT I moved in, I heard the door knob to my room rattling at 3AM
(I had locked it before bed out of general caution). I open the door, and there is my new roommate... completely naked. He was acting very weird, and was trying to get into my room. Now he is about 5'10" and 160 pounds. I am 6'5" and 290 pounds... needless to say, I could have easily put a quick (but violent) end to this nonsense. Being a nice guy, and sensing something was wrong, I just told him to go back to his room. He left, and I went back to bed. Unfortunately, this scenario played out again two more times that night, in the exact same way.
The next morning I found out that he has epilepsy. If you know the disease, you know it is common for someone to have a period of "confusion" (lasting up to 30 minutes) after a seizure. He had had a seizure that night, and was walking around confused. It freaked me out, and I still sleep with my door locked, but I'm glad I decided to settle things without violence. It turns out he's a pretty good guy, and a decent roommate. Well, mostly... the past month or so he's been turning our living room/dining room/kitchen into an extention of his bedroom by sleeping on the couch (in front of the TV) most every night. It's really annoying, but doesn't come close to trying to break into my room, naked, in the middle of the night! ;^)
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Some reaction on: I will try to keep the housemates that I have
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Wow, some seriously terrible roommate stories on this site. Mine can’t compare with tales of felons or smelly hippies, but my own brush with a terrible roommate was enough to make me cautious.
I took a job outside New York City. I had about three weeks to find an apartment, pack up, and make the move from Chicago, so things were a little hectic, especially since it was around the holidays. Anyway I searched on Craig’s List (you can see where this is going) and found a handful of apartments that seemed reasonable. I made plans and drove out to New York because I was smart enough to actually see the places I was considering and meeting the people who lived there. Long story short, I saw some decent places (own bedroom, nice living room), some not-so-nice places (“You wouldn’t have a bedroom per se, but a section of the living room, and if you could make yourself scarce on the weekends, that would be great because I’m a swinger and I like to host orgies”), but settled on a room in a three-bedroom with two other guys, both in their mid-20s like me. Now I pride myself on being fairly good at sensing people that are more trouble that they are worth. I also have a good olfactory sense when it comes to sniffing out bullshit. Both failed miserably when I met let’s call him L. L was English. I thought it was an interesting novelty, the same way I thought it might be interesting to live with someone who worked in a tattoo parlor or was a sex columnist. He was a soccer coach and, if you believed him, quite good at it making decent money. The other guy, J, was a good guy, although I didn’t have a chance to meet him. Their other roommate, A, moved out without giving them much notice and they were searching for a replacement ASAP. I guess L and A didn’t get along so it was best that she left anyway. A didn’t want to put up with L anymore and moved out. A was much smarter than I am, apparently.
I emailed with him after giving him my first month’s rent check and explained that I would be moving in on such-and-such day. Turns out he would be out of town that day but he assured me he would mail the key to me. I tried calling to confirm that when it didn’t show up in Chicago but couldn’t get in touch with him. I figured (wrongly) that he mailed it to the apartment in New York. I make the 14-hour drive out there, crash in a hotel for the night, and head to the apartment in the morning maneuvering the U-Haul down too-narrow streets. Check the mailbox. No key. Check under the doormat. No key. Check in the bushes. No key. Call L. No answer. Call the landlady. L had given me the wrong number. Finally I manage to convince the lady who lives downstairs that I am the new roommate and she gives me a spare key.
At first, things were fine. I was busy at work, usually going 9–7, plus running errands, exploring Manhattan, etc., and L worked later in the day so there were stretches where I might not see him for a few days at a time. I’m not antisocial and neither was he, but at least if we didn’t get along, we were not in the apartment at the same time. One of my first nights there, we went out to grab some dinner at a pub/bar in White Plains. L was treating, Awesome, I thought. This is working out great. Perhaps I’m in the minority, but I was taught that when someone else is buying you dinner, there is a certain protocol. First be gracious and say thank you. Perhaps offer to pick up the tip, if the mood is right. Second, say you’ll pick up the check the next time you’re out together to make things even. Third, if someone’s taking you out, refrain from going crazy and ordering seven or eight beers (especially when they are $7 a piece), appetizers, and dessert. In other words, don’t take advantage of someone’s hospitality. I didn’t. L did. And therein is the difference between us. A few weeks later we went out to eat at a similar place. I had a burger and a Guiness. He had a burger, a chocolate sunday, cheesestick appetizers, and six beers. When he was paying the bill came to about $25. When I paid, it was $75. Funny how that happens.
The next weekend, L was going out of town and had a 9 a.m. flight out of LaGuardia. A cab runs close a $100 each way. You can get there via the train into the city and then a bus, but that takes forever and can be more trouble than it’s worth. Or you can ask your roommate for a ride. I said sure, seeing as I thought it would be good to learn how to get to the airport and if I ever needed to fly out, he could drive me. It works out well if the sack of shit you’re driving to the airport actually is timely and doesn’t make you late for work your second week on the job. “So long as I’m at my desk by 9, no problem.” Doesn’t help when the guy doesn’t get out of bed until 8 and THEN decides it’s a good time to pack. So yeah, L makes me late for work. Had I not been able to sneak in unnoticed I would have been in serious trouble, not to mention setting a poor example so soon on the job. And on a personal level, I absolutely hate being late; I can tolerate it in others, but I have an almost-allergic reaction when I run late for something.
Next week goes by without incident. I am supposed to pick him up the next Sunday afternoon. I am literally putting my jacket on to pick him up when he calls to tell me that his flight’s delayed. I said, okay and checked it out online. Sure enough: delayed. A few hours go by the website says it has taken off and will land soon. Another phone call. L missed his actual flight. Apparently he decided to make the most of being stuck in an airport and hit the bar. Drinking heavily he missed his actual flight. He wouldn’t be on the next one either because it was full. Or the one after that. Basically instead of getting in at 3, he would now be getting in at 11, and I was a real mate for picking him up. Finally I head to the airport and pick him up, and what’s this? He wants to give a friend a ride home. I made two assumptions when he wanted to give this woman a ride home. I assumed he knew her before the flight and I assumed she lived somewhere on the way home because, you know, what kind of asshole would ask a person to drive a complete stranger they just met someplace completely out of the way at fucking midnight on a Sunday. L was that asshole. I’m not wild about driving in Manhattan as it is, but the fact that she lived in fucking Tribeca and not Queens of Westchester was really the icing on the cake. (For those of you not familiar with the layout of New York, Tribeca is nowhere close to where we were going.) So I drop this woman off and breathe a sigh of relief because unlike him, I actually have to be at work by a certain time in the morning.
But it gets better. He wants to stop at a bar and see his mates. Some shit bar in Alphabet City. I say okay. I just don’t want to argue…too tired. Not so much a stop to say hello, but a stop to having a few drinks and snort coke out back. Yeah, nice surprise when your asshole roommate is a junkie to boot, isn’t it? We finally got home at about 4. To this day I think he thinks he did me a favor. In some twisted logic he thinks that that experience was “good” for me.
In short order the next six months went much the same way until I just started saying no to him. Seriously I think I should have taken a rape prevention class before living with this guy.
I stopped doing him favors of any kind the time he went on one of his many benders with his friends and needed a ride from the city at 3 a.m. I mean, who calls a person at that hour looking for a ride? And being rather insistent that you give him one? Being a complete idiot and letting my manners get the best of me, I rolled out of bed, threw on some shoes, printed out directions from MapQuest, and headed out. Oh and it was February. Sitting on the backed-up FDR (the expressway that runs along the east side of Manhattan) I had to wonder why I didn’t take being locked out of the apartment as being some divine intervention. When he complained that it took me too long, I was about as close to murdering someone as I have ever been.
He had all the typical habits of being a shitty roommate: messy, didn’t do the dishes, didn’t pay bills on time, ate my food, never cleaned the bathroom, would eat my leftovers, would dominate the TV in the living room (even though he had one in his bedroom), etc. My personal favorite was the going to the bathroom with the door open, walking naked from his bedroom to the bathroom to take a shower, and the weird pride he would take in stinking up the bathroom and then leaving the door open so the whole apartment would smell. Then he got a girlfriend and despite the fact that we agreed that this would be a smoke-free apartment, he let her smoke in his room, ash in a pop can, and then throw it out in the kitchen garbage can so the rest of the apartment smelled like cigarettes too. This guy was a real peach.
Oh, then there was the one-upmanship and outright lies. L had, according to him: dated Mandy Moore, fucked Julia Stiles, chatted with David Beckham every week and attended his wedding, made $200,000 a year (for coaching 8-year-old-girl soccer), had a scholarship to Cambridge, shagged at least 300 different girls, survived cancer, was diabetic, played professional soccer, had lunch with Keira Knightly, wrote a column for Men’s Health (being a writer/editor trying to break into the industry myself, this was specifically designed to piss me off), etc. You name it, he had done it, only a thousand times better.
Then we found out he was overcharging us for rent and utilities.
L might not have been the worst roommate in the world but he definitely was an asshole.
Friday, December 29, 2006
WANTED: Stories & Comments!!!
Let's exchange hair-raising tales of bad roommates. They drive you crazy. They make you insane. Who's had a roommate who borrowed clothes without asking? Or mother you, tell what to eat, how to dress or how to do your job? It's happened to all of us.
Send the story at roseline43@hotmail.com or add a comment to this post.
ANNOYING ROOMMATES
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I will try to keep the housemates that I have
Well,I found this site while I was posting for a new housemates, and after reading this, I think maybe I will try to keep the housemates that I have.
First of all, I disagree with the term 'roommate' unless you are actually going to share a 'room'. I am proposing to rent a room in a condo. I am renting space. I am not renting myself out as an advisor (legal, psychological or otherwise), I will not show my condomate how to connect his/her computer, nor do I expect to share communal meals or meal planning. I carefully select my condomates by their work schedule--the longer they work (8 hour minimum) and further away, the better. They must work a minimum of 8 - 5 Monday through Friday.
I turned down a couple of guys because they were mortgage brokers, realtors, etc. who had 'flexible schedules' and worked out of the house a lot. I turned down one guy because he was too fat and I didn't want him ruining my bed and couch, nor did I want the inconvenience of trying to get by him in the kitchen or the hall.
I go out of my way to accommodate my condomates' schedule and not be using the kitchen, or washer and dryer when they are home. I am so quiet that my condomate will not hear me when I come in, when I leave or when I move from room to room. I would like my condo mate to do the same, but it is not necessary. Their noise does not necessarily bother me unless they address me directly or knock on my door, etc.
I watch TV in my room. My condomate can do so in his/her room. There is no TV in the living room. There is free wifi available, and there will be cable. I have an unlimited long distance phone line and a separate fax line.
I don't expect to be talked to every time I walk through the condo. I won't speak to the condomate, he/she doesn't need to speak to me. In fact, I do now and hope to in the future rent to a couple so that they will entertain each other, solve each other's problems and not bother me.
The condomate has the master bedroom with private bath. I have the other bath, and share it only with the tenant in the other bedroom. I do not entertain, and I do not want a condomate who entertains. Guests will be only on special occasions, and there is no "guest bathroom". If the condomate has an occasional guest, the guest uses THEIR bathroom.
My office is off limits as is my bedroom and the area immediately outside it. NO ONE knocks on my door. If the condomate wants to contact me he/she can leave a message on my voicemail. I check it when I feel like it. When I want to contact my condomate about an issue, I leave a note under the door or call their cell, usually leave the note.
I expect the condo mate to clean up after him/herself in the kitchen and his/her own room. I and the other condomate are responsible for the rest of the condo. I always leave the vacuum cleaner out because I do not want to be bothered to get it for them.
In my opinion, I offer my condomate the best of both world--sharing costs with a condomate who is like not even there at all.
When I had the female condomate alone, I did try to socialize with her a little as I felt sorry for her. And she was SO NEEDY. She makes 'notice me' noise everytime she comes out of her room--cough, sigh, sneeze, breathe deep, yawn, right outside my room. Then she goes into the kitchen--bang, bang, slam, pause, bang, bang, slam, pause, again and pause, then "Are you in there?" referring to my office in the dining area which I have done everything to to separate from the rest of the condo except building a soundproof wall keeping people from coming in. (But when I get some extra money, I will do that.) When her boyfriend came to live with her, I thought it would get better and it has, but she still makes the 'notice me' noise right in front of my bedroom door as she passes it.
These people NEVER GO ANYWHERE --except to work. So they are there ALL WEEKEND LONG EVERY WEEKEND! I am so glad I would not allow a TV in the living room! Forturnatly they are so TV addicted, they only run out to the kitchen to use the washer or micowave and then run back into their rooms. Otherwise, these slugs would be sitting on the couch from Friday to Monday.
Also, she has lived with me for 27 months and has only been on time with the rent 4 times. Her rent is due 10 days before I pay, and I still have to stress out over having the rent. Now her slug boyfriend has moved in with her, and she is STILL late on the rent???? Also, she/he pull out the washer and never put it back, so I have to do it. But like I said, after reading some of these people's experiences, my problems are pretty small.
OK, people, I know from reading these posts that there are worse roommates out there, but from what I read the problems were as much the fault of the renter as the rentee. Like it would be a cold day in hell before the condomate could borrow my car (or before I would ask the condomate to borrow his/hers). When my car is down, I rent one or take the bus. The condomate could do the same.
Let's get this straight. I'm renting space and the utility services that go with it. I don't say hello and goodbye and goodnight to my condomate. I don't explain my absences or why I have been out late, and I don't want to know their stories. I rent them the room and I let them be, let them have their privacy. I want mine.
So what do you people think? Am I way out of line? Do most people who rent rooms actually want to do this to interact with other people? Wouldn't everyone who could afford it rather have their own space and privacy?
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I will never have a roommate again!!!!
I was in the process of getting a divorce and I had a big home at the time and thought about renting out a room to make ends meet.Well,I put an ad in our local paper and got alot of responses.Each time I set up an interview.I met a older guy who seemed quiet and said he would help out in the house-ie:fixing stuff.
He always pays his rent on time and it seemed too good to be true-It was-he was very loud even just walking he was a small framed guy but it sounded like a herd of elephants when he was walking through the house.He always had his girlfriend there.Which was no problem.But as time went by he was late in paying rent saying he was sick and couldn't work-I was nice enough to let it slide but he was late all the time.One day he was very on edge and calling up a person and getting very loud and cursing and when his girlfriend tried to calm him down he hauled off and hit her right in front of me and my boyfriend.My boyfriend was a larger man then him and he didn't let that sit well with him hitting a woman.So,they got into it and my roommate locked himself in his room.While his girlfriend was a mess-bleeding etc.I asked her if she would press charges and she said yes. So,I called the police and they came right away.
Well,comes to find out my lovely roommate was on parole for manslaughter and he was sick from coming down off heroin! That is why he was calling up a certain person and cussing at him...it was his drug dealer!!The police hauled him away and put him in jail and I was stuck with his junk and his parents who were elderly couldn't take his stuff.I kept getting threatening calls from him in jail and telling me if I throw his stuff out he would come after me! I had to go and get a PPO out on him.It was a plain mess.I will never have a roommate again!!!!
Lori
Plastic cup
I had a roommate who would write my name on a plastic cup and expected me to drink from the same plastic cup everyday, in my own house! I would throw the cup out everyday when I came in, and the next day there would be another.
I am happy to say that this lunatic is out of my house now, and is an over the road truck driver, just what the world needed!!
David
Friday, December 22, 2006
I think I had the WORST roommate EVER!
In September of this year I met my now girlfriend. She would come over to my apartment every day and hang out, even if I wasn't there; we weren't a couple until the end of October. In early October, she said that one of her best friends got stuck in the middle of a bad situation that was out of his control and was just released from prison. (My girlfriend was also on parole but don't judge yet.) They had been friends for 2 years and she trusted him enough to bring him to my place so I let them hang out. The 3 of us hung out for about a week and I started getting buried in financial problems. I was going to rent out my bedroom and I would have a "room" in the dining area.
That was where the tension began. The small talk errupted into a screaming match between my GF and my roommate. They were never able to reconcile their problems. My GF and I decided that if he was going to be a dick about the whole thing, then we would just do our own thing. There would be times when her and I would just be sitting next to each other on the couch, watching tv or something, and she would have her arm around me or her hand on my leg, but nothing more than that ever. He would get all pissed off then slam the door and start punching the walls and turn on his "Ministry" CD at like Mach 10 sound; which is really annoying and my neighbors have had us written us up for it.
That went on for weeks. It was so frustrating. We would have to make up excuses to be alone together for 30 seconds. It wasn't but 2weeks after he moved in that his job "just wasn't working out". I told him I would drive him to job interviews whenever he needed but he needed to get a job asap. He said he would but only went to 2 interviews in 3 months.
In early November, my GF was arrested and is stuck there for awhile. So it was just me and the ass-hole. The first weeks or so were actually alot better then I had expected. I think he was happy that my GF (his supposed BFF) was gone and he thought he could get a "rebound-fuck" or something. He was helpful and we (I thought) became like brother and sister.
He started acting wierd: staying up all night, constant quick phone calls-then he would take off for hours, then it became constant incoming calls all hours of the day and night. He would answer and say either yes or no then would run outside for a few minutes then come back in like that was nothing. I suspected that he was using and selling drugs in the apt.
Then he started having all sorts of girls over ALL the time. He wouldn't even ask me if it was cool. (This was late Nov early Dec-and he STILL hadn't paid rent). I started getting really irriated with him so I would do things like unplug the phone jack, and put passwords all over the stuff he wanted to use on the computer/internet. I would act like I had no idea what was going on but he knew and would start in his little rage fits.
I was scared of him. I'm 5'2", 135 lbs and he was 6'5" 220 lbs and looked like a biker, with a bald head and long mustauch complete with lots of tattoos. I started to just not come home for days at a time, then when I got home he would scream at me that he was looking for me cause he needed to use my car for a job interview. Whatever. One day he left for awhile so I looked through his stuff. I found a bunch of my stuff hidden in his room but then I found his prison/parole paperwork. This guy was/is Bi-Polar, has multiple personality disorder and is supposed to be on heavy psyc meds. He had also gotten in 4 or 5 fights in prison and the CO's noted that he had "worrysome behavior that leads to violence"-or something like that.
I wasn't sure what to do just yet and didn't confront him until a couple days later. Well what sent me over the edge to finally tell him was something I found on my computer. I was going through all these hidden folders cause I was getting alot of viruses and in looking through one file, I found pictures of my roommate wearing my red lacy bra and white lacy underwear. Just sittin' there on the couch with his hairy chest. He had taken the pics himself from my webcam.
I was totally disturbed by them and I got up, walked into his room and said flat out: "I don't want you selling drugs out of my house anymore." He simply said "ok, I wont." Then I started in about the disrespect he had been showing me lately, so he brought up the fact that something was missing from his room, so I brought the fact that the things that was missing was MINE; what else was mine was the computer and I didn't appreciate the porn he had on there not to mention the pics of him I had just found. He was floored. We were both yelling at that point and my friend who was over, heard everything-and he knew that. He got so pissed and said that his private business was his private business.
I rebutted with the fact that the computer was mine so I had every right to go through all the files. He said that the pics weren't supposed to be there. I told him they were and that I would delete them but he needed to get out-that night. He said he had been looking for other places already and that since he was living there for more than 30 days, he had 30 days to get out.
Some girl came by around 10 am to pick him up, as he was leaving, I asked for my keys back. He said he would give me the keys when he was all done moving out. I told him it had better be today and he said fuck you, then walked out. I was upset and scared so I was gonna stay with a friend. Well when I walked out to my car...it was gone. That's right. The fucker stole my car. Along with ALL my personal information, previous bills, medical info, computer logons...everything. I did get my car back and he was arrested at the time for the GTA. That cost me a whole day and $135 and left me frustrated to Hell with my local PD for giving me the run around. Oh ya-AND he called me collect from jail and left a message saying "you'll regret this"
You're not gonna believe this....He was trying to hook up with a 13 year old girl online and was selling drugs. (That 13 year was old more like a 20-something undercover cop) The cops were pissed that they couldn't bring him in and absolutely TORE my place apart. In his room, in the stuff he had left behind, there was a pipe and a big baggie of drugs. The cops were assholes and I told them it was his, but I could tell that they didn't want to leave my place empty handed. My friend who was with me was on probation and I have no record so I told the cops I would take the charge for the drugs.
They said that they didn't want someone to just TAKE them, they wanted to know who it belonged to. After working it out with them, I was arrested and booked, 3 cities away. Turns out that what I thought was gonna be a misdemeanor, was a felony. I now have a court date for a felony. The ass-hole was released (COP'd) has been trying to hack my computer and is trying to get full administrator access to all my utilities and phones.
I have MORE than learned my lesson on roommates: never again!
Lindsey
Monday, December 18, 2006
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Geez, that reminds me of 3 months ago when I returned to Arizona! I took a house rental on 116th and Alabama. NEVER AGAIN FOLKS! NEVER AGAIN. Oh my gosh...I decided to put a roommate ad on myspace searching for a decent roommate offering a place around the area, and decided to see how it went.
There was this big fat lady who answered it back and directed me to her profile. Ugh. Ok, now I figured I'd be nice and hospitable and make it work. I try to not look at people only from the outside and said to myself come on now, don't be shallow.
I wish I would have been shallow AND crude now.
It was all nice and wonderful over email, myspace, and even on the phone until I got there! It turned out that this nasty 380lb plumper wanted me to be her sex slave and worship her for being a BBW! I said HELLL NOOO!!! I am NOT into that. Then she told me ok, well if you want to be my roommate and you don't want to sleep with me, you have to be gone at least 13 hours per day to give me time to find and fuck other men. WHAAAAT?! WHAAAT?!! Omg. I came there to be a roommate, NOT an on-call dildo for the Michelin-man's sister. And I wasn't going to pay to live there when I wasn't allowed to live there! Wtf. She decided that she didn't want a roommate after I told her there might be times I'm not at work for more than 8 hours and decide to come home and spend time at my room. She wanted me to move out at the end of the month, but I told her if she gave me even half of what I paid her back I'd move out the next day. It was a deal.
Today's lesson: Never, EVER move in with a fat nasty sex-crazed BBW from myspace! You'll regret it.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
The roomates are for lack of a better term retarded
I have been rentin a room for 4 mos now. Nice house. The roomates are for lack of a better term retarded (with the exception of one). I should back up a bit. Two roomates were asked to leave due to excessive partying, possible property theft, and having female guests just walk into tenant rooms (mainly mine) in the middle of the night.
One current roomate is chummy with the home owner. She basically has no prospects of ever being a homeowner or renter (being honest here). She comes home from work to sit in the garage and smokes like a chimnee (does the same thing in the morning before going to work). Never opens the garage door even a small amount for ventilation. She reminds me of a 10 watt light bulb that is ready to burn out (she had some issues growing up and basically appears to be traumatized; loud talker and basically gives the impression of being someone who has been lobotomized). This person remains chummy with the homeowner becasue she has no place to go (the homeonwer is listing his house due to being in over his head financially; he is having this roommate be his listing agent. She's done NOTHING to market it and has't even renewed her local NAR dues for listing purposes). The 2nd roomtae is new and is not much brighter (maybe a 15 watt bulb approaching the end of it's life span). The third new roomate is hardly home, so I cannot formulate an opinion.It is a sad situation. I just keep to myself. I am a working professional who has to bight his toungue alot. On the other hand, it is kind of pathetically sad to casually observe how others live their lives. I am basically watching two depressed people smoke themselves to death.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Several stories
two men in the past year and a half were computer consultants making a lot of money (I verified it) and were such stupid careless drunks that they were a threat to the welfare of my home and pets. One (Greg Sides) had an accident while drunk and ran from the police to my home. Later some people showed up here who he had hit and there was a huge argument.