I live in a four bedroom house, but after our 4th left we had an empty room. Come november, one roommate suggested a friend of his to live with us because she didn’t like living all alone and it lowers our rent to have all rooms filled. This girl started off polite, she too enjoys baking and claims to keep the kitchen clean. Fast forward five months, she has become “paleo” a diet where she cooks all her own food from fresh supplies and doesn’t clean up after herself. She makes eggs and bacon for breakfast very morning and leaves her dishes in the sink all the time. (I’ll add, I got food poisoning from bacon when I was a child and the smell makes me sick) She cooks more elaborate dinners that take hours of prep time, but can’t take the time to wash the stupid dishes. We don’t have a garbage disposal in the house either, and she consistently leaves food in the trap. Its gotten so bad that the sink smells rancid and our friends don’t like coming over. Because I can’t live with her again we’ve started the search for her replacement and she has refused to let us show her bedroom even though the landlord has claimed 24 hours notice is sufficient to show the room. I’ve cleaned the kitchen everyday for the past three days and everyday I get home from school and the counters and stove are a mess again. She has contacted the landlord about getting out of her lease early and moving out next month because she feels she can have whatever she wants, and her mother just bails her out of everything. The funniest part is that she wound up in that apartment alone because she couldn’t get along with her first roommate of college.
Me and my roommate…get…along…in most cases. If I wasn’t her roommate, I’d like her…
I’ve lived with her for about only seven months, and let’s just say, I hate that this is my first college experience.
When I first moved into dorms on the college campus, I was place into community housing because all of the dorm “apartments” (in all simplicity that’s what they were…) were all full…I had another roommate who was a partier…She stayed out all night, came home three in the morning, slamming doors, and turning on all the lights in the room…That’s where I met Danielle, my current roommate…She hadn’t had her roommate come, since by the move in date she decided that she wanted an apartment off campus. I started hanging out with Danielle and liked her. I spent most of my nights in her room and I’d return to mine to sleep. We all got an email that said the housing office still had rooms available and we could meet with them. That is how Danielle and I became roommates…
I went to talk to the housing and they gave us a room, or rather an efficiency, that was only to house one person but they could move to beds into. It doesn’t have rooms, it has a living room, kitchen and bathroom…we use the couch to separate the sides of the room…let’s just say, it was way better than community housing…so I thought…
I never had a problem with her until I learned her ways…she was the baby of the family…spoiled rotten, never did anything for herself…so really I’m the maid, taking out trash, doing dishes constantly, and unclogging the toilet…while she sits around…eating…all the time.
Danielle is a good person, she doesn’t realize she does it…and that’s the problem…I’m too nice to tell her off…I live with her, I don’t want things to get sour…but right now, listening to her snoring, not because she can’t breathe through her nasal passages…because she is so fat she literally is crushing herself…she’s nasty, her feet always stink and she leaves her underwear on the floor, which is the side we keep the TV and everything on…and is also the first thing you see walking into the dorm room…my friends don’t come over because of the smell of her dirty clothes, and because that side is so messy you can’t really hang out…
Tomorrow we have inspection and that is the only time she has cleaned….all last week I cleaned the whole house and today she complained to me because I went to my friend’s house to help her with something. She only complained because I wasn’t there cleaning. I told her I cleaned all day prior…it was her turn. And I was surprised she actually did it. First time ever my side has looked messier than hers…and it’s the boxes I’m putting into my car before the inspection…
She also eats all of my food before I can get a little bit…I may offer you to have some, it doesn’t mean you eat all of it…I got some actual homemade food from my boyfriend…I told her she could have a little bit, guess what she does, take most of everything out…He made it so I could take it home and freeze it…I hadn’t had any of it…and it’s my favorite food he makes…she also takes all my waters, and says she’s buying the next batch, but by the time I’m done waiting for her to, I do it out of desperation…the water here has an advisory, we can’t drink tap even with a filter….which sucks…
If we had separate rooms I wouldn’t have to deal with her…She likes to tell me lies to try and impress me, like, “All my teachers in Highschool loved me so much.” or, “My dad is planning to get me a brand new Nissan Altima. And he’s gonna pay for the insurance too!”
I hear a lot about how her family loves her so much…and I think it’s because two weeks before school I was having drama caused by my mother, who kicked me out…which has depressed me…I have always had mom drama, but what sucks is if I try to talk to her about it, she tells me that my problems aren’t as rough as hers…she’s not working, and she’s getting a free ride through college…I’m having financial problems, and am gonna have to quit school for a year, because of the debt I’m in…I’ve told her and she kinda likes to rub in my face that I, “apparently didn’t try hard enough.” (her words)
She’s rude, lazy and I really can’t wait to have this semester over with…I sometimes feel like she’s my younger sister and I need a break from watching her…and trust me, my 8 year old sister is so much better than her, and I have problems with my sister…
I know there are worse people out there to live with….that I am grateful not to have…but this as a first year experience…has totally ruined my prospective on having a college roommate…
I swear I attract the worst people to live with, and I have thought maybe it’s me but it’s really not. So this girl is all around a filthy, immature, evil dirty little bitch. She purposely pees everywhere, steals, has her boyfriend come over to steal, and creates a mess just b/c she knows it will piss me off. She really thinks other people are supposed to pick up and clean up after her, and if you ask her to do it she will get mad.
Like how dare I ask you to clean your own mess so I don’t have to live in filth?? First of all I shouldn’t have to ask anyone. Yet she continues to create drama and a mess just so she can walk around with a smirk on her face knowing I’m mad about it. Unfortunately, we live in the dorms so there’s nothing anyone can do really besides kick her out and she refused to show up to any of the meetings in fear she will be kicked out. I just can’t wait to finally get my own space and never speak to this girl again. I’ve known her since grade school and I did feel like it was a bit of a bad idea to live with her, but I was really desperate and in a bad situation. Therefore she was my own option, and I cannot regret that more. She’s one of those people who walk around thinking they’re owed everything in life and do not have to work for anything when they can lie and steal. For all of you that have good roommates, consider yourself blessed or lucky. Not all of us get to have that! 🙂
Me and my boyfriend knew a girl who was moving out of her apartment, after being cheated on and we thought it would be nice to help her out for a few months.
Soon after the problems started. I shall call her MP. Now our apartment is not small at all, but with two peoples stuff already in it, there was not a lot of room left. I thought MP would just bring food and stuff for her bedroom. I was very wrong. MP crams as much stuff as possible into her room and our kitchen. We honestly have no room for any food in the fridge.
Now a year later, she has stopped paying us rent on time, and this last month she didn’t at all. We decided to evict her, but that didn’t go very well. Come trying to kick her out, she scream and rages psychotically saying that she will take us to court if we don’t let her stay till the end of the month. We gave her that, but shut off almost all the amenities to the apartment. Just a few more weeks left and MP will be gone, and will thankfully be our last roommate ever.
I’ve had about a dozen roommates, and have been exceedingly lucky with them. I’ve only had 2 bad ones. One was a 19-year old kid who worked a late shift and liked to party a lot since this was the first time he was out of the house. It was his place, so I just left. I actually liked the guy – he was really a good guy and with a great heart, but just couldn’t get enough sleep for my 9-5er.
The other one was a bear. I lived in a great place out in the boonies with a 360 degree view and a swimming pool. For a while, it was so ideal that I called it “Little Eden,” and couldn’t get enough of the place. I had a great roommate who was a super-cute and very cool 24-year old girl who was comfortable enough around me to go without clothes most of the time when the weather allowed. No problem by me…
However, we had one other room to rent. The landlord got desperate and tossed the first person in that could pay rent regularly. The new guy was a raging a-hole with the attitude and demeanor of a drill sergeant. Even though I’m very easy going, get along with everyone, and can’t think of anyone else in the whole world that I dislike, I hated him.
The first bad thing was that my roommate covered up. No more nakedness. Ug… Unfortunate, but expected around some new guy. Then, he started to fall for the 24-year old, even though he was in his early 50s and she had a boyfriend. I think that is why he had it out for me, even though I didn’t have it out for him, nor did I ever even think of dating the 24-year old.
He was OCD and had a violent streak that came out every now and then. One incident was when he thought I left out some towels to dry by the pool. It didn’t matter or make him stop yelling at me for leaving a mess after he learned that it was actually the 24-year old girl’s towels and not mine – he had it out for me and he couldn’t be stopped.
I couldn’t reason with him ever. I walked out of arguments almost daily. The straw that broke the camels back: less then a thimbleful of salsa in the sink that called a “mess.” That was it – nothing else. I had no problems cleaning up my “mess,” but I was still eating and had my quesadilla still in my hand as he screamed at me.
I stayed until my month’s rent was up, then I left. Just thinking of that jerk still gives me a pit in my stomach.
I ran into him randomly several months after I left. He said he moved out because the 24 year old made too much noise while having sex with her boyfriend. Then he said something like “I didn’t like how it turned out between the two of us, but you always left out a mess and you left your shit out on the porch all the time…” He kept rattling off a few other complaints to me. It was that moment that any last, tiny, lingering, little doubts that I had about the possibility of him being a sane human evaporated. I turned and walked away from him mid-sentence. Asshole.
Throughout high school, I read all these horror stories about bad roommates and wanted to room with someone I knew in College. I had met this one girl through local school events and she seemed nice. We were the same major and had shared many interests and hobbies. (We will call her Shannon). Before college, Shannon and I went shopping together for dorm stuff. I ended up paying for most of everything, plus I continued to buy stuff for our dorm all summer.
When our families moved us in, her mom asked my mom if she needed to buy Shannon anything like toilet paper, ect. We were a little annoyed with the question because they didn’t bring anything like that for us. Anyways, her mom bought a few things and two microwaveable bowls to heat soups and stuff in, one for each of us. I brought my two favorite coffee mugs (not intending for her to use one, but Over the semester, Shannon would make Beefaroni and leave the dirty bowls for weeks. I used one of the bowls once to make cheese dip for BOTH of us. Other than the dip, those bowls grossed me out. When we moved in, we had to sign a “roommate agreement” form. The most important thing we agreed on was to ask before we used each other’s things. She broke this often.
While we were just chilling around the dorm one night, we were talking about our high school life and old friends. She explained how she was a bitch in high school and everyone was afraid of her. She kept going on about how good she felt every time someone called her a bitch. She actually told me this! That’s when I decided that I would do my best to put aside any roommate issues expecting things to be explosive if I ever confronted her. (which things were still explosive towards the end of the semester)
Shannon is a big moocher. Everything of mine was “both of ours” but everything of hers wasn’t anything I could really use. She didn’t bring much of anything both of us could use. During our first week on campus, she ate an entire bag of my goldfish. Normally this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but she brought a jumbo box of goldfish for “both of us” that she kept locked up in her closet. She did things like this on more than one occasion. She always claimed she didn’t eat deserts. I guess an entire pack of fudge cookies doesn’t count as a desert.. I often found a few of my drinks missing from the fridge. Besides food, she used my qtips. I walked in the room a few times to find piles of them on her desk.
In the beginning, her family gave us some cases of water (as did mine). However, her mom also gave her three empty gallon jugs for water because they were not going to continue supplying us with water bottles. My parents kept giving us bottles, which were mostly consumed by Shannon. Every time she was in the room or leaving, she would grab a bottle. (this will be brought up later)
While we were still settling in, she complained about my brown paper bag full of extra toiletries under the bathroom sink. While I was doing laundry one day, she took the liberty of “putting away” the contents of the bag even though I had nowhere to put them. Everything ended up on the floor where the bag was. She always complained that my room was messy. I did often have stuff piled up in a corner between my bed and closet, but you couldn’t really see it from the rest of the room. Meanwhile, Shannon always had a pile of clothes and hangers in the middle of the room. My boyfriend would always comment on her underwear and everything being in the middle of the room. Her clothes stunk too because she only showered about twice a week.
Shannon was also an avid pot smoker. I had smoked once before college and no intention of smoking in college. I am planning on being a teacher and I knew drugs could ruin me. However, Shannon got me to smoke with her. Before we started dating, I had a crush on my boyfriend; when things started to look promising, I quit smoking. She saw how successful I was at quitting, and attempted to quit a few times. We obviously had some issues we needed to talk about. Almost every time I tried to talk to her she was higher than a kite. Thus, we didn’t have the chance to talk about “us” This is about the time I realized she was not a good influence on me. She got me to smoke, I got her to quit.
Once I started dating my boyfriend, she got angry with me often over nothing and claimed it was because she was “coping with not having a boyfriend”.
Shannon is kind of a whore. I don’t know how many times she complained to me how everyone calls her a slut/whore. Yet, she would still go to parties and sleep with random guys. One time, she brought back a guy to the room, sat on her bed, and they both waited for me to fall asleep. I knew what was going on, so I pretended that I could not sleep and he eventually left. I don’t even remember his name.
Shannon doesn’t get along with anybody. Our friends across the hall can’t stand her (we’ll call them Hannah and Heather). The four of us used to be friends, but things changed when she caused problems in Hannah’s relationship with her boyfriend. Long story short: Shannon kept telling the boyfriend things that weren’t true about Hannah. He eventually broke up with her. When Shannon found out they broke up, she confided in me that Hannah did nothing wrong and it was all her fault. She then went on about how “good it felt to have a victim” and how she wished we could all be friends again. Of course Hannah had no interest in fixing their friendship. Heather was pretty disgusted with the whole situation, but she lost interest in Shannon’s “friendship” when Shannon told her that she needed space and was trying to find new friends. We were all confused at what she meant, but Shannon was even more confused when Heather actually gave her space. Shannon kept complaining that she had no friends and that she didn’t know what she would do without me. I felt a little bad and put my feelings aside for her. My boyfriend and Heather’s boyfriend can’t stand Shannon either. They even complain and joke about her! I find this funny, because guys usually stay clear of “girl drama”.
People outside of our “group” aren’t fond of her either. Not many people talked about her to me because I lived with her, but everyone else only had bad things to say about her. The few friends she had she would treat like crap. Not only would she say horrible things behind their backs, she would say mean things to them in person! (She told me she was hoping they would get the message that they were annoying her).
Shannon wasn’t only rude to friends and fellow students, she was rude to both of our parents. She would call her parents with me in the room and badger them. She put them on speaker so they “couldn’t argue back with her”. Instead they just hung up. One time while my parents were dropping off some stuff for us, Shannon was being rude to all three of us. My mom said “Well it looks like you want us to leave” and left. While they were walking down the hall, they could still hear Shannon complaining to me. My mom said something I’d love to mention: She mentioned that Shannon seemed sweet when she first met her, but it’s like she is two people now that she has gotten to know her.
In the words of my boyfriend: “Shannon is a thief”. One day while we were in our room, She handed us a handful of headphone jacks she has collected from the piano lab and told us we could pick one. Among the pile, Caleb found his jack that had gone missing. (Were music majors, and one of our classrooms is full of pianos. We need jacks to plug in our headphones. Shannon would go to class early and take any jacks that were there).
One day a sweet girl in our hall was missing her keys. She emptied her purse in front of her door looking for them, but left to find an RA that could let her back in her room. There was a $20 bill in the pile, and while Shannon and I were on our way to do laundry, Shannon took the $20 and gleefully laughed about it the rest of the day. Shannon also had a ton of jewelry that she claimed she stole from a store called Claire’s. She let me borrow earrings one time and said “if you don’t give them back to me, I’ll just steal another pair”.
— This is not even half of the “horror stories” but this is already pretty long so I’m going to round this up. —
Back to the water bottles: I asked her not to drink so many bottles because our supply was very low and she wasn’t contributing any bottles at all. She tried to say she didn’t drink many and I just kind of dropped it. (I had already made my point so she at least knew she needed to stop drinking so many). That night, she lay in bed next to me and started posting nasty things about me on twitter. She knew I could see her tweets, and I did. Now I’m not one to get into “internet drama”, but verbal communication wasn’t getting through to her; so I tweeted “I’m sick of people mooching off me and my family”and went to sleep. We talked the next day and we both decided that we couldn’t live together.
I am so happy to be rid of her!
Well I’ve been reading all these terrible experiences people have had to try and help me relax about my own but now i find myself envying some of you for having it so easy.
I moved out to Alberta to start establishing myself with a few friends who claimed to have the same idea. My friends at the time were so broke that they couldn’t afford food, gas or rent so I covered it so I could be in a good atmosphere for my first move. Since i moved i have discovered that they are both spoiled, lazy, filthy stoners to say the least. Now where to begin..
Every single day I come back from 13 hour shifts to find that the house looks like a hurricane hit it. I cleaned it up again and again because I hate living in a house that looks like this. Do I get a thanks? No.. All they say is “you shouldn’t have cleaned it man I was going to.” Well cheers to you buddy!
Anyways I tried suppressing my aggression and testing my patience by leaving the mess, but no it doesn’t get cleaned just gets filthier. Worse yet, nobody but I has taken out the garbage to the dumpster (30 feet from front door) and garbage has been piled to the point that you can’t tell that there’s even a bin there. After a week I couldn’t handle it and got the same response when I cleaned it; “now (other roommate) won’t learn to clean up.” They’re not dogs, it should be out of respect that you do so.
Also i come home to my Xbox, tv and all the lights left on, on in a daily basis. This is always accompanied by beer bottles, cigarette butts, dirty dishes and bongs all over the floor. I ask them to be more respectful but both say that they always clean up. It shocks me how they expect me to believe this total bs.
Next! Landlord clearly states no Pets but one of my roomies adopts the most disobedient and energetic dog. The first I hear of this is when I walk in the door after work. But he’s too lazy to take it out for walks so it just shits And pisses in the basement all the time. So downstairs is a total minefield if dog shit and its been weeks and he hasn’t cleaned one turd up yet.
I bought brand new batteries and razors. A 60 dollar expense and I get home to find half a pack missing from each item. On top of that I found my one of a kind Oakley crowbars face down on the floor. I then found out he filled the cloth bag with rice to dry his iPhone out that he dropped in the toilet!!
They’re too lazy to buy food so they just get pizza delivered all the time. I open the fridge one day to find half my groceries I bought not 12 hours previous is half gone. To top that off there’s a note on the fridge saying “blah blah don’t eat my food, buy it with your own money blah blah” I’m the only one who has any money or food in the fridge. There’s certainly nice amount of booze in there though.
Whenever I ask one of them about why my stuff is taken out of my room and laying around the floor they both just blame it on each other.
I sleep all day because I work all night and quite often one of them will come in, wake me up and complain about issues that have nothing to do with me.
I have probably left so much out but whenever I try to address these issues I get yelled at. When I don’t accept that response I get throttled and threatened physically.
I’m probably leaving so much out but there’s only so much I can unload upon you.
Anyone In Calgary looking for a room mate?
My first roommate, freshman year of college. We shared a single 10×18 room.
The first month or so was actually pretty great, because she was constantly out partying and I basically had the room to myself. The trouble arose when she ran out of money and started hanging around all the time. I go to an art school with a characteristically intense workload, and I have no idea how this girl hasn’t dropped out yet. The entire semester I lived with her I think I saw her doing homework once, and her art looked like the shit you’d expect from a middle school class.
She had pictures of her face all over the walls. After she saw me decorating my side of the room with nerdy posters, she decided she wanted some poo poo on her walls too, so she hopped on the computer in the dorm lobby and printed off every single picture on her camera. Most of these were just pictures of her, sometimes with family or friends. Since the printer downstairs was black and white, she colored parts of the photos in with highlighters. And for the few inches of the wall she couldn’t plaster with her own neon face, she’d use completely loving random pages torn out of magazines or shredded up newspaper clippings, sometimes with bible verses written across them in highlighter. I’m sure there’s a serial killer out there somewhere with walls exactly like this.
Oh, all of her art was self-portraiture too.
She skipped class more than she went, usually just to sleep or dick around on her laptop. For a while she’d bring her friend over for eight hours at a time and they’d sit around blasting R&B music and laughing their asses off when I was in the room trying to do homework or sleep, but that stopped after I finally kicked her friend out one night.
She also liked to occupy the bathroom for three hours at a time every week or so while she “did her hair”. She even had a sign she put on the door (scribbled on in highlighter, of course) for when she was doing her hair. I have no idea what kind of hair care procedure takes three hours once a week, but it was probably also the reason why we were constantly filing maintenance reports because her hair had completely stopped the shower drain.
Though my favorite moment living with her has to be when she came in the room at four in the morning on her cellphone, talking in her usual loud speaking voice and waking me up to “YEAH I FORGOT TO TAKE MY BIRTH CONTROL YESTERDAY SO I JUST TOOK TWO TODAY, I THINK I’M PROBABLY FINE.”
After the first semester she moved down the hall to room with her friend. Her new room was right above a friend’s room and they had to report her room several times for the screeching laughter long into the night. I got a new roommate who was far better to live with, though she did get shitfaced drunk the last weekend of school, throw up in my bed and then pass out in the common area floor.
My crazy ass roommate thinks he is GOD. He is the most self absorbed person I have ever met in my entire life, here is his response to what do you do? ” I have a VERY POPULAR MYSPACE blog” he’s fucking 40 years old!!!! He has no respect for the rest of us, he’ll come in at two in the morning and re-wash dishes that have already been washed and put away because he has OCD, and when we asked him to stop doing it his response was ” well maybe you should soundproof your rooms better, I can’t hear anything” wtf??? He brings guys home weekly from casual encounters on craigslist to boot. And to try and explain his reasoning beyond the rules of the apt because he is master tenant is insane, we have written and oral contracts when he feels the need. Unless of course he does something wrong then its fine. And the end story: I was in ICU and my dad called him to move my car from street cleaning because he couldn’t get up there fast enough to do it himself. So my jackass of a roommate parks it IN FRONT OF A DRIVEWAY and gets it towed ( 450$) THEEEN has the balls to say two weeks later ” you guys need to be a little easier on me, Im still recovering from your car being towed”
My roommate, who was the fourth of 13 children and was living out of the home for the first time in her mid-20s. After having to raise most of her younger siblings (along with her older sister), she was a little bitter and had decided that she was done cooking and cleaning. Even after herself. She survived on pizza and cereal for the most part, had dirty dishes all over her living area (she had the basement suite, through which we had to tromp to get to the laundry room), and had to be forced to be responsible for occasionally taking out the trash (this was in a group house of four people). When she left, she didn’t clean anything. The mold on her shower curtain could be measured in thickness.