They do have a Certificate for Legal Occupancy, and we do have a lease. They are in no hurry to get this done, and have said if it is a problem they are perfectly fine waiting until we move out. They are really nice people, and basically rent out the unit because they enjoy helping out students. They figured we might enjoy the upgraded kitchen, and wanted to know if this is something we wanted to do. In any case, they are legally as well-connected as one can get and I don’t think they would have many problems with permits.
I’m already pulling 10 hour days at school. I’m not willing to make that 15 hour days. I’m barely here as it is…I spend at least one night a week out, and can’t remember the last time I was in the house around dinner time.
I guess part of this is just venting- I mean this stuff may not even come up. My roommate is being an ass. The other day I walked in to the living, asked him how his day was, and he pointedly mumbled, picked up the remote and turned the volume up to maximum. Huh, I didn’t know they started charging so much for friendly small talk! I guess it’s true that missing a couple seconds of South Park is a bit much to ask for basic human interaction with the person you basically share a room with!
The only words he says to me is to accuse me of doing dumb stuff nobody does- last night he asked if I was throwing toilet paper in the trash instead of in the toilet as if I just got off the boat. No. I throw used tissue from blowing my nose in the trash, and since I get dirty looks when I venture into the living room, I use the bathroom trash. But thanks for critiquing my personal toilet habits! Why the hell are you even thinking about this stuff?!
So yeah, roommate can be tough in even the best of situations, but given the situation I’m not particularly compelled to give up my comfort for his luxuries. He can wait until he gets his own place, and spend the rest of his life happily baking two cakes at a time.
I think he’s kind of upset that the house isn’t better, but while I left my sick family a week before classes started so that I could look for a house while couch surfing in Virginia, he was having a months long European vacation. He was desperate for me to find a place before he arrived (the night before his classes started) so he agreed to the first place that offered a lease. If he was so particular he should have come here and helped me look, even if that meant the indignity of staying on someone’s couch for a few days. As it is, I feel like he can eat and sleep here just fine, the rent is cheap, and we’ll be out of here soon.