Let's bitch about our stupid, annoying roommates

lease is up, had to tell him he could renew but only if he was caught up on rent by the end of the lease. guess what he chose not to do? :)

this is good for us both tho. he wrote some dramatic farewell to his friends on FB saying he's moving back home (the panhandle) to live with his mother as he "can't afford to live in Orlando anymore". (Your rent was $375/month - if you can't afford that, you can't afford to live anywhere).

Feel kinda sorry for this dude because he still has it in his head that there will always be people around to bail him out so he never tries very hard to be self-sufficient. He's been living this way for years, thinking that life will take it easy on him while he's low on cash, and wound up stranded several times due to either running out of gas on the way home and having no money to buy more, or having a tire pop and being unable to afford a tow or a new one.

a month ago, he decided he either needed a second job or a different full-time job. he applied for maybe two, didn't get them, then just gave up and spent his hours not working (ie most of them) binge-watching Game of Thrones in his room.

one of those Bohemian types from the theatre community that thinks that because he's an artist, he's fulfilled enough in life, so he shouldn't work more than he feels like and he'll just 'rely on his friends' to subsidize his sticky situations. which is all well and good if you're fine living in misery on your own, not so much when you're screwing over a friend by not paying your own share of rent.

roommate hunt begins now (shouldn't be too hard), but then I gotta get a condo of my own.

have no luck with this roommate situation. after a temporary one that was great, this new guy from r00mmates.c0m has not paid one single month on time and owes me $600. it's always another story (re: lie) and unlike the past roommate, I've been harshly reminding him that he needs to pay or get out, but going the legal route of eviction (he's not on the lease) is a pain.

and naturally my solution of serving a 15-day unconditional move out notice (which gives no opportunity to cure) was met with resistance by my brother as he can't afford the extra rent - at this point I'd rather just pay it myself to get the guy out.

He lied all throughout last week about his dad mailing him money and when it finally showed up today, it was $350 short. so now I'm going to have to draft another 3-day pay or quit notice, then go through the trouble of filing it in court, then having a sheriff evict him if he won't leave, all while worrying that he's either going to vandalize the place, steal my shit, or beat me up (none of which he's threatened, I just have OCD and come up with outlandish fears. that's not a euphemism, I actually do have it).

and if he does anything to jeopardize the property, it could affect my ability to finally move out and get a place of my own if I get evicted as a result (that much is my fault for renting to someone off the books). just stressing me the fuck out every day.

anybody had to deal with someone like this? I can't just change the locks cos legally they would have to let him back in as he's established month-to-month tenancy due to me accepting rent from him.

I already served him one 3-day pay or quit notice but he paid it so I legally had to let him stay after that.

I won! He was playing my xbox 12 hours a day and was two months behind on rent. I blew up at him and took the xbox and put it in a storage unit and served him an (accidentally invalid) 3 day notice and he left.

And i just got myself a 1 room place in a month.

boss schedules 30 min meeting with full team.
me: “what is this meeting about?”
boss: “I want to find out about x, y and z”
1 min later all questions answered
meeting cancelled

wth

stop living with him imo

dammit wrong thread

I'm on pins and needles wondering who's going to win this (apparently endless) terrible laugh contest. Will it be the one who appends literally every sentence with a forceful, nervous guffaw? Or perhaps the one who knows roughly what a laugh is supposed to sound like and is capable of reproducing such in the mirthless, uncanny valley fashion of a parrot? Maybe it'll be the one who seems to have jailbroken some sort of safety valve on his laughing apparatus and sounds like his body is threatening to invert itself with every honking 'HNYAH!'? Judged solely on volume and pervasiveness, the lot of them are neck and neck. I sure hope the tiebreaking determinant won't wind up being the extent to which a given laugh robs me of my will to live, because on that front they're all gold medal recipients.

dammit wrong thread

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i was gonna say

I mean I don't know if 'roommate' is the appropriate nomenclature for the squatters living in my attic.

dude ain't bad, he's chill and doesn't really give me any shit, but dude is weird sometimes.

like some nights he comes home and puts the AC down to 74. aight, a little cold, but i don't care. it's his electric bill (I play a flat rate so my monthly rent is the same every month regardless).

and then some days he just...turns the a/c off mid-day. even when he knows I'm home. today I'm training and mid-session, I'm sweating buckets, so I get up in mid-sentence and look and he's got the AC off on an 88 degree day when he knows I'm home, and it's 85 in the house. so I turned it back on and he didn't say anything, but then he leaves again later and turns it off again (this time it was only 78 which is fine by me so I didn't object)

i'm like y'know if you wanna save money on yr electric bill, maybe don't run yr a/c all night

This is tedious but I have to vent:

New housemate and I share a parking spot where one of us is always having to move the car to let the other out. It's kind of a pain when you have to move both cars by yourself, and I don't like to have to do it in the morning because it adds a few precious minutes to an already busy pre-work schedule. So we agreed that she'd text me when she got home in the evening and we'd switch the cars, or if she got home too late I'd knock on her door at 8 in the morning and she'd let me out.

Couple nights ago, the day before semester grades were due, busiest day of the semester, I got woken up at two in the morning by a text from her saying she'd just gotten back and might need to ask me to move the cars in the morning or get someone else to help, because she's very busy and needs all the sleep she can get, thanks, prayer hands emoji.

I failed in my two am grogginess to realize this meant, "You need to move the cars yourself." I was mostly busy being stressed about being awake, and I thought the operative word in the text was "morning." So I knocked on her door at 8 in the morning as usual, and now she is mad at me for waking her up.

And yes, I could have just taken a few minutes from my morning prep time and switched the cars myself, if I'd realized that was what she wanted. And I'm trying not to be pissed about being woken up, because she probably thought I had my phone on silent. But I'm really bugged by the mindset that goes, "Someone who occupies this spot needs to switch both cars by themselves. Even though I am currently awake and sitting in a car, I will text my sleeping housemate and tell her to do it."