First of all I own the house. He rents a room. About 2 years ago he begged me to let him live with me. His dad is an alcoholic and his mom cares about exactly 1 person. He isn’t it. (yes I know them) I felt bad for the kid so I agree to let him live there for next to nothing. ($100/month) He says he’s going to try to go to college and get a job on the side. Yeah fucking right. He has not even contacted the local University 1 time. More on the job thing in a minute.
He was 20 when he moved in and completely fucking helpless. I had to show him how to use a can opener. I am not kidding. He not only didn’t know how but couldn’t figure it out. 20 years old I repeat. 2 years later he now cooks and does laundry for himself. In large part because of my help. Fantastic right?
Wrong. Yeah he has a job. 3 days a week in 6 hour shifts. What does he do the rest of the time? Sit on my couch with his trashy fat ass girlfriend and watch tv and or play video games. 18 hours a week with 2 days in between each shift. Man slow down you’re going to burn out at 22. Now this isn’t because this is all he can find. Apparently this is all he can handle. His boss told me (yes I know him too. Small town.) that he offered to put my roomate on full time with benefits. His answer was that he just didn’t have time. You lazy fucking piece of shit. There are hundreds of people in this town who would do almost anything for that offer but you would rather play Xbox. FUCK YOU but you pay your bills and it’s not my business so i say nothing except, “You are fucking up and if I were your boss there would not be a second offer… Ever”[/background]
So this weekend my girlfriend and I are going away. I agree to let him and the girlfriend play house as log as they watch my dog. We are leaving Friday and will be back EARLY sunday morning. A subtle but ignored hint to have the place in order Sunday morning.
I come back from a nice weekend at about 8:00 am. My dog is waiting to greet me outside and seems fine. Great so far so good. I open the door and I’m nearly knocked backward from the wall of heat that hits me in the face. Holy shit it’s hot. I hurry to the thermostat to check it but there are toys (from his girlfriends 4 year old) coke cans, pizza boxes and just general shit everywhere. The heat is set on eighty fucking two. WTF?? Ok calm down go drop your stuff in the bedroom.
I get to my bedroom and there is a smell. Stench even. Ok he didn’t let the dog out and she shit on the floor but where? It’s coming from the bathroom. I open that door and my gag reflex kicks in. What the bloody fuck IS that? The paint should be peeling off the wall from those fumes. OMG There is a pile of shit in my toilet that could only have come from a large bull moose. I come within an inch of hurling but with an entire can of Lysol I manage to flush and cover the smell. He never heard of flushing? Not to mention this is my bedroom and bathroom.
I go back out to the living room and the three of them are sitting exchanging Easter gifts. Fuck let it go for now. The little girl is excited about the easter bunny and it’s not her fault. I go into the office to check my e-mail etc but this is in a direct line from where they are sitting.
Little girl to roomate: What did you get for Easter?
Roomate: Looks directly at me. “Apparently I didn’t get a house.” Like I am intruding in his space.
My blood instantly starts to boil so I say, “No you actually have to work for one of those.”
You ignorant ungrateful fucking prick. You make a 3 toed sloth look ambitious and you think someone is just going to give you a house. FUCK YOU. No you didn’t get a house and you no longer have access to this one. GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. The wheels have come off your gravy train. YOu can’t afford a new place? Here’s an idea. Go to work!! or move in with your fucked up parents. I have no more sympathy. :mad: :mad: