as someone who has physical and some say mental disabilities that don’t show up all the time assholes like him ruin things for guys like me
granted im a somewhat lazy slacker who doesn’t mind helping out but once they become “chores” well i get grouchy …
and before ssa made my retired dad contrubute to my well being i was a co signer on a house in the late 90s and paid 300 in rent and liked on the other 300
as someone who has physical and some say mental disabilities that don’t show up all the time assholes like him ruin things for guys like me
granted im a somewhat lazy slacker who doesn’t mind helping out but once they become “chores” well i get grouchy …
and before ssa made my retired dad contribute to my well being i was a co signer on a house in the late 90s and paid 300 in rent and lived on the other 300 so it’s possible … we didn’t lose the house on my account
I’m back again just to say, “Yeah! WTH?” I, too, took the magic radioactive pill and blew the crap out of my thyroid. (“Now that you’ve taken this highly radioactive capsule, please leave our office by the back door. Don’t go anywhere near babies for at least a week. Don’t have sex with your wife. And stay away from people over the weekend. Call us if your shit still glows after five days.”)
I know for a fact that the SSA would just laugh at me if I tried to claim that as the only reason for my disability. They are pretty tough on disability claims, which is one reason there are so many attorneys advertising their services for people who have been turned down by the SSA.
Same here. That “disability” thing made me write him off at the start.
OK, I have to reply to this with an update. I recently found out from a third party that apparently Joe has other conditions in addition to the thyroid thing. They wouldn’t tell me what exactly the additional conditions were, though. I’m sure that Joe mentioned it at some point and I tuned him out because I didn’t want to listen to his moaning. So to be fair to him, it wasn’t all the thyroid thing.
Having said that, he was still an unmotivated moocher from hell who could not be trusted with a very light level of responsibility. And his disabilities sure didn’t get in the way of making an effort when it suited him.
So still good riddance. And I still really like having the place to myself. Now it REALLY feels like I own my own home.
But adultery is OK?
Maybe with a one-night stand, you won’t be re-exposed.
I heard a while back that there is, or was, a crew who work for Homeland Security in the NYC area, specifically to look for dirty bombs. Most of the radiation spots they found were people who had just undergone thyroid ablation therapy.
Yeah, I figured the OP’s ex-roomie had more wrong with him than just a thyroid disorder.
That’s guy’s definitely an asshole. But:
Seriously?!
He wanted to move away from his parents because they made hime do chores, and you took him on, expecting him to do chores?
Were you somehow under the impression that his parents were the problem? What did you think was going to happen?
This is a joke, right?
You’re very lucky that he left voluntarily. Getting rid of someone who doesn’t want to go is a nightmare.
Not a joke at all. He specifically agreed that he would do chores to help compensate for his low rent. And since he was home most of the time, it was not a heavy burden. A little vacuuming and mopping, doing dishes and wiping down the kitchen and bathroom. Less than an hours’ labor if all done on one day. And he didn’t have to do it all every day. Once a week on the bathroom, every two or three days on the vacuum. The dishes really only involved putting the packet into the machine and pressing start since I have made an effort to always put dishes into the machine instead of the sink as part of being a homeowner.
For yard work, I would ask him to assist me. He’d hold the ladder steady while I sawed limbs. And he’d help drag limbs to the curb for pickup. That was a little heavy but I’d do the lions share. And I pay for lawn mowing so he didn’t have to do that.
So yeah, very low expectations. And remember, he agreed to it ahead of time. So when he’d balk at doing them or I’d have to remind him to do it, he was failing to live up to a reasonable expectation.
The early work getting the house ready to live in was specifically his idea and how he pitched the idea of moving in. And he worked pretty well on that stuff: cutting and installing missing baseboards (helping me do it. I didn’t require him to do that kind of work on his own.), prepping the walls for painting and helping me paint the house.
I was very grateful for all of that work and it helped me overlook his slackness on day to day stuff later.
The item that caused me to finally boil over was the ceiling repair in the bathroom. I had sawn out all the rotten material (about two square feet), cut the patch and screwed it into place. He had to Spackle and match around the edges. He actually said, “I have no problem with that.” So 40 plus days later it was not finished and I was salty. And keep in mind that “Boil over” means that I spoke angrily without even raising my voice.
One of the things that makes me smile is that I know the level of work his folks are making him do is more than I ever did. And he can’t call anyone to save him from daddy making him help build storage sheds and elevated walkways from scratch (two things that actually happened).