sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Cautionary Tale of the Roommate The Cautionary Tale of the Roommate You know a few weeks ago when I mentioned that I had a roommate? Well I don’t anymore, and that is a very good thing. The whole adventure started with the very best of intentions. My neighbor across the street had a roommate who was not dealing well with all of the crazy. The day that my neighbor literally and figuratively lost her bird, neighbor’s roommate told me that he was very uncomfortable living there, and his only other option was to live in his car. Here is where the stupid (mine) started. Instead of suggesting he rent a room at the very nice rooming house my friend owns, or saying that perhaps maybe he should stay and help neighbor who would probably be needing some support, or even that maybe he could even rent an apartment, I said, “Hey, you can come stay with me!” Who knew that those words would commence my personal descent into Roommate Hell. While I have lived by myself most of my life, I have also lived with people. And most of the time it is not only absolutely fine, but fun to have someone around. I really expected it to be fine. I also expected it to be a temporary thing until Roommate got a place of his own. Ha! I was so wrong. My side of the house is not tiny or anything, but also not ideally set up for having a roommate of the male persuasion that I am not in a relationship with. I have just one bathroom, and the “guest room” is actually my laundry room. In other words, it’s not like when I stayed at my co-workers house in Atlanta where she has an entire wing of the house designed for having guests. You know how sometimes you can’t quite put your finger on why something feels wrong, but it just does? This feeling started almost immediately upon the Moving In of the Roommate. He seemed to be planning to live in my house FOREVER and proceeding to perpetrate a whole bunch of Roommate Behaving Badly Incidents. As evidenced by the following: 1. Hair in the tub. I rest my case. 2. The Discovery That I Would Never Be Able to Do Laundry. As I have mentioned above, the Former Roommate’s room was also where my washer and dryer live. Former Roommate went to bed freakishly early, which meant that by the time I got home from work, he was getting ready for bed, which meant no doing of the laundry for me. 3. The Barging In On Private Conversations. Also the Talking Loudly on the Phone While Other People Are Trying to Watch TV. (it’s a CORDLESS PHONE, you can take it with you to ANOTHER ROOM) 4. Removing all light bulbs from the light fixtures in the laundry room. The hell? 5. Letting Wesley out of the garage where I had left him for a few hours so that his new family could come pick him up, almost derailing the getting Wesley a good home plan. 6. Leaving open bags of dog food in the garage which connects to the house which equals rodent buffet! 7. Upon my asking Former Roommate that he not leave rodent buffets in the garage, the dogfood remnants were relocated to my back porch where raccoons, etc had a nice snack and scattered dogfood bag remnants all over the back yard. 8. When I mentioned to Former Roommate that he would need to park his car up front when it gets colder, as I will be parking my car in the garage, he argued with me and said that he would prefer to park his car in back. 9. Apparently having a Mr. Magoo moment, Former Roommate walked all over my brand new subfloor when it was still wet. His excuse was that he did not have his contacts in and did not notice that a new subfloor had been installed, and the kitchen blocked off. Extra points for blasé’ily saying that “he was sure it would be no problem.” 10. The next morning Former Roommate spilled what looked like a whole pot of coffee on aforementioned brand new subfloor. 11. Stating that he was looking for incense when being discovered rummaging through all of my kitchen drawers. Because apparently, my incense is his incense. 12. Upon my telling Former Roommate that it was just not working out, and asking that he find a new place in the next couple of weeks, he became very angry and proceeded to pack up his stuff and move out – all without saying a word to me. I celebrated the moving out of Former Roommate by coloring my hair and running around the house in my underwear. And there is a silver lining – I did get my laundry room cleaned out and whole bunch of other organizing done. And it is 10:40 p.m. right now, AND I GOING TO GO DO SOME LAUNDRY! 10:53 p.m. - October 04, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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