Broomjockey
10-12-2006, 12:10 AM
I live in a college residence, so I didn't get to pick my roommate, and I can't kick him out. But he just makes me so :pissed: :burnup: :hairpull:
The first day he moves in (I've been in the room for 4 months by that point) he asks if I've got any rules. I tell him NO PERFUMED stuff. Strong deoderants, body sprays, all that fun crap can't be around me. Instant migraine. I even put it on my application to live in the Res. So what's he do the very next day? Put on that Axe body spray. I kindly, and gently remind him he can't use that.
Less than a week later, I come in from my early class, and BOOM, instant migraine. He used the stuff at some point that day. Again, I remind him he can't use it.
Then he leaves his beard clippings scattered AROUND the sink. Not in it. I leave it for one day, in case he just didn't have the time right then to take care of it. Nope, so I clean it. Two days later, I get woken up with a migraine because he used the stuff on his way out. Once I've sorted out what the hell happened, I get up, to find he left, and again there are beard trimmings all AROUND the sink.
When he got back that night I let him have it. I was PISSED. He tried to claim "I've only cut my beard once since I got here" Then explain why I cleaned it twice? And then I went off on him for using the damn spray again.
On top of all that, he also hasn't taken the garbage out even once, made any effort to clean anything except his own dishes (which he leaves until he has absolutely none left), and tries to cram more garbage into an already overflowing garbage can, making it more difficult when I finally get a chance to change it.
Today, the garbage was again full, and I had no time to change it, so I left a few things on the counter. I secretly hoped he'd get the message and change the garbage.
I get home, and find that he has added more to the garbage, and thrown the stuff I left on the counter into a bag... along with the cardboard meant for the recycle bin kept about 30 ft. down the hall from our door. And he still can't manage the trek to the bin to throw the full bags out.
Talking nicely doesn't penetrate this fuck-up's head, and it shouldn't be this hard, he's old enough that he should know better.
The first day he moves in (I've been in the room for 4 months by that point) he asks if I've got any rules. I tell him NO PERFUMED stuff. Strong deoderants, body sprays, all that fun crap can't be around me. Instant migraine. I even put it on my application to live in the Res. So what's he do the very next day? Put on that Axe body spray. I kindly, and gently remind him he can't use that.
Less than a week later, I come in from my early class, and BOOM, instant migraine. He used the stuff at some point that day. Again, I remind him he can't use it.
Then he leaves his beard clippings scattered AROUND the sink. Not in it. I leave it for one day, in case he just didn't have the time right then to take care of it. Nope, so I clean it. Two days later, I get woken up with a migraine because he used the stuff on his way out. Once I've sorted out what the hell happened, I get up, to find he left, and again there are beard trimmings all AROUND the sink.
When he got back that night I let him have it. I was PISSED. He tried to claim "I've only cut my beard once since I got here" Then explain why I cleaned it twice? And then I went off on him for using the damn spray again.
On top of all that, he also hasn't taken the garbage out even once, made any effort to clean anything except his own dishes (which he leaves until he has absolutely none left), and tries to cram more garbage into an already overflowing garbage can, making it more difficult when I finally get a chance to change it.
Today, the garbage was again full, and I had no time to change it, so I left a few things on the counter. I secretly hoped he'd get the message and change the garbage.
I get home, and find that he has added more to the garbage, and thrown the stuff I left on the counter into a bag... along with the cardboard meant for the recycle bin kept about 30 ft. down the hall from our door. And he still can't manage the trek to the bin to throw the full bags out.
Talking nicely doesn't penetrate this fuck-up's head, and it shouldn't be this hard, he's old enough that he should know better.