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Oh buddy, how glad I am that he is now my former roommate.
I promised a post about him in How to get fired 101, and here it is.
If you aren't familiar with how he got himself fired, then here is a reminder.
Now, onto all the things we saw in him as a roommate.
Let's start with the obvious ones... he was a racist douche and probably a bit homophobic to boot. His two favorite words to use while playing Call of Duty were "f*ggot" (or its variations) and "n*gger". Both of which he would be screaming loud enough to be heard on the other side of the house. Oh yeah, sleep was not a guarantee with him in the house because he liked to pull all night gaming sessions, and the volume never turned down for him. He also liked to point out to people on Call of Duty that "if it weren't for the white man, these n*ggers would still be in Africa starving rather than having the money to buy Playstations to become spawn camping f*gs." (I guess we can just ignore the fact that most of the damage done to the African economy was due to the slave trade and colonial era that he is referring to and that several countries in Africa have faster growing economies than we have).
When someone reported him to a mod, he was (rightfully in my opinion) given a suspension and told to shape up and behave when he came back, he spent the entire week that he was suspended bitching to us about how unfair it was... he can't help his upbringing as a white country boy (umm... I know plenty of white country boys who aren't racist pricks).
Speaking of unfair.
It was unfair that he got sent home from work early more often than my hubs (well, when they have too many people, they send the ones who are working the slowest home first, don't want to get sent home, start working faster).
It was unfair that we told him that if he wanted us to upgrade to 60meg internet that he'd have to pay the difference (the 12 that we have more than meets our needs, probably more than met his as well, if you don't count the fact that he was convinced that anything beneath 60 caused lag in online games).
It was unfair that he was written up for not calling in on time because none of us woke him up on time (oh yeah, he refused to use an alarm clock, he needed to be personally awoken in the morning).
It was unfair that he had to clean the second bathroom, after all, he wasn't the only one to use it.
It was unfair that when he moved out he couldn't take the TV with him... oh yeah, the TV that we were letting him borrow... it was unfair that we didn't just give it to him since clearly we weren't using it (because you know, just because I don't have a use for it right now doesn't mean I won't have a use for it eventually).
Oh, and it was unfair any time we cooked something he was allergic to. Because, you see, since he didn't have a car, he couldn't go grocery shopping and even if he could, he just didn't have the money to buy groceries, so we were obligated to help him by feeding him. Funny, no money for groceries, but enough money for a pack of cigarettes a day, money for a new PS4, and money for a new video game every other week. Oh, and pointing out that, yes, I cooked something he was allergic to, the husband and I wanted it, and it isn't our obligation to cook for you or even provide food for you, but we'll let you take stuff out of the pantry to cook something for yourself, he got pissy about how horrible of friends we were for not considering his needs ahead of ours.
One time he finally did say he wanted to go with me to the grocery store... I thought, finally, he is going to buy his own food and I won't have to keep providing for him... nope, he wanted to go with me to point out the stuff I should buy because he was tired of the stuff that the hubs and I were buying. Umm... how about fuck you.
One occasion that still pisses me off to this day, we were talking and I mentioned that I needed to get my budget back in order, I hadn't been able to pay off my credit card in full (we're talking about less than a $100 balance remaining, but sometimes that's all it takes to start spiraling out of control if you don't get it in control quickly enough) and he started chastising me about how "as an accountant you should be better with money... I mean, come on, if I can meet all my obligations without going into debt, then so should you." There were two things that pissed me off, first, he wasn't meeting his obligations, I was subsidizing him by buying all his food for him (that alone probably accounted for the largest budget overage), second, saying that you aren't going into debt is meaningless when there is no one who would be willing to lend you money when you run out half a week before payday consistently... that's not responsibility, that is just lenders being smart enough not to hand you a shovel to dig your own hole with that is going to end up having them join you in it.
And just for icing on the cake, he had the same attitude that many SCs have about knowing everything. I mentioned wanting to try a new restaurant, he pointed out "don't they are dirty and unhealthy, you'll get sick for sure." So, I looked them up on the county website, sure enough, they had an A from the health department. I called him on it and his response is "well, they are in a casino so of course the health department will give them a passing grade no matter what... you wouldn't understand." Umm, excuse me, I work in the casino industry, I promise you that I understand how the state treats casinos, and we get zero slack. The state depends on income from us too much to risk the headline "massive salmonella outbreak traced back to Nevada casino that had received perfect health inspection score." He also knows everything about the military from his few months in the army (before being discharged for failing a routine psych eval, which from watching how he reacts to authority I think was more his commanding officer using it as an excuse because it was easier than processing the paperwork for a dishonorable discharge for insubordination).
Add to this the fact that he has never washed his clothes and for the life of me I can't tell you when he last showered was, along with leaving his room such a mess that it will probably take me a week to clean it, I honestly can't say that I'll miss him. I'd say I'll miss him helping with rent, but I think we ended up spending more on him each month than the portion of rent that he paid.
I promised a post about him in How to get fired 101, and here it is.
If you aren't familiar with how he got himself fired, then here is a reminder.
Now, onto all the things we saw in him as a roommate.
Let's start with the obvious ones... he was a racist douche and probably a bit homophobic to boot. His two favorite words to use while playing Call of Duty were "f*ggot" (or its variations) and "n*gger". Both of which he would be screaming loud enough to be heard on the other side of the house. Oh yeah, sleep was not a guarantee with him in the house because he liked to pull all night gaming sessions, and the volume never turned down for him. He also liked to point out to people on Call of Duty that "if it weren't for the white man, these n*ggers would still be in Africa starving rather than having the money to buy Playstations to become spawn camping f*gs." (I guess we can just ignore the fact that most of the damage done to the African economy was due to the slave trade and colonial era that he is referring to and that several countries in Africa have faster growing economies than we have).
When someone reported him to a mod, he was (rightfully in my opinion) given a suspension and told to shape up and behave when he came back, he spent the entire week that he was suspended bitching to us about how unfair it was... he can't help his upbringing as a white country boy (umm... I know plenty of white country boys who aren't racist pricks).
Speaking of unfair.
It was unfair that he got sent home from work early more often than my hubs (well, when they have too many people, they send the ones who are working the slowest home first, don't want to get sent home, start working faster).
It was unfair that we told him that if he wanted us to upgrade to 60meg internet that he'd have to pay the difference (the 12 that we have more than meets our needs, probably more than met his as well, if you don't count the fact that he was convinced that anything beneath 60 caused lag in online games).
It was unfair that he was written up for not calling in on time because none of us woke him up on time (oh yeah, he refused to use an alarm clock, he needed to be personally awoken in the morning).
It was unfair that he had to clean the second bathroom, after all, he wasn't the only one to use it.
It was unfair that when he moved out he couldn't take the TV with him... oh yeah, the TV that we were letting him borrow... it was unfair that we didn't just give it to him since clearly we weren't using it (because you know, just because I don't have a use for it right now doesn't mean I won't have a use for it eventually).
Oh, and it was unfair any time we cooked something he was allergic to. Because, you see, since he didn't have a car, he couldn't go grocery shopping and even if he could, he just didn't have the money to buy groceries, so we were obligated to help him by feeding him. Funny, no money for groceries, but enough money for a pack of cigarettes a day, money for a new PS4, and money for a new video game every other week. Oh, and pointing out that, yes, I cooked something he was allergic to, the husband and I wanted it, and it isn't our obligation to cook for you or even provide food for you, but we'll let you take stuff out of the pantry to cook something for yourself, he got pissy about how horrible of friends we were for not considering his needs ahead of ours.
One time he finally did say he wanted to go with me to the grocery store... I thought, finally, he is going to buy his own food and I won't have to keep providing for him... nope, he wanted to go with me to point out the stuff I should buy because he was tired of the stuff that the hubs and I were buying. Umm... how about fuck you.
One occasion that still pisses me off to this day, we were talking and I mentioned that I needed to get my budget back in order, I hadn't been able to pay off my credit card in full (we're talking about less than a $100 balance remaining, but sometimes that's all it takes to start spiraling out of control if you don't get it in control quickly enough) and he started chastising me about how "as an accountant you should be better with money... I mean, come on, if I can meet all my obligations without going into debt, then so should you." There were two things that pissed me off, first, he wasn't meeting his obligations, I was subsidizing him by buying all his food for him (that alone probably accounted for the largest budget overage), second, saying that you aren't going into debt is meaningless when there is no one who would be willing to lend you money when you run out half a week before payday consistently... that's not responsibility, that is just lenders being smart enough not to hand you a shovel to dig your own hole with that is going to end up having them join you in it.
And just for icing on the cake, he had the same attitude that many SCs have about knowing everything. I mentioned wanting to try a new restaurant, he pointed out "don't they are dirty and unhealthy, you'll get sick for sure." So, I looked them up on the county website, sure enough, they had an A from the health department. I called him on it and his response is "well, they are in a casino so of course the health department will give them a passing grade no matter what... you wouldn't understand." Umm, excuse me, I work in the casino industry, I promise you that I understand how the state treats casinos, and we get zero slack. The state depends on income from us too much to risk the headline "massive salmonella outbreak traced back to Nevada casino that had received perfect health inspection score." He also knows everything about the military from his few months in the army (before being discharged for failing a routine psych eval, which from watching how he reacts to authority I think was more his commanding officer using it as an excuse because it was easier than processing the paperwork for a dishonorable discharge for insubordination).
Add to this the fact that he has never washed his clothes and for the life of me I can't tell you when he last showered was, along with leaving his room such a mess that it will probably take me a week to clean it, I honestly can't say that I'll miss him. I'd say I'll miss him helping with rent, but I think we ended up spending more on him each month than the portion of rent that he paid.
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