Things that roommates do/have done that irritate you.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Unless you are playing something totally incoherent (the harp accompaniment to Benjamin Britten’s A Ceremony of Carols, but very badly on the accordian, or In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida on the harp), or absolutely must practice at oh-dark-thirty-in-the-a-of-m, I think I could put up with this. Love harp music, wanna play it myself.

What do you (or they) consider odd music?

Been that, done there, no way ever again.

As for me, (former)Roommate would finish the milk (without leaving me ANY!), and leave the empty container capped up in the sink, when the garbage was three feet to the left.

And (former)Roommate would turn the A/C down to 63 degrees at night, and complain “it’s hot in here” when I put it back to a normal 74 degrees.

And (former)Roommate was a sock roller, whereas I was a sock folder. Nothing worse than having to unroll my socks (we took turns doing the laundry; I would at least roll (former)Roommate’s socks, while folding mine when it was my turn; whereas (former)Roommate would roll ALL the socks, regardless of the owner’s preference) and find the tops were already stretched out of shape. :mad:

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Sounds like one of those lists entitled “How to Annoy Your Roommate”.

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Some more from the potted history of clowns I have lived with:

I lodged with a college mate in his loft for a year. He split with his girlfriend, so her solution was to ring up over and over again, all the time on the landline, right through the night. We couldn’t leave the phone off the hook due to his mum being in hospital with a hip operation, and this carried on until I got a friend at the cable company to change our number. Cue him getting back together with her for all of a week and the same thing happening again, her now knowing the new number.

The place i’m in now, was fine to start off with, until the Nigerian girl there thought it would be alright to move in her cousin. Now, I wouldn’t have minded this, if it was for a couple of weeks while she got herself a place. But coming in from work every night to find the heating on full blast (in the middle of the hottest British summer on record) and a living room full of people I didn’t know watching my DVDs or listening to my music on my Stereo started to grate really quickly.
“when’s your cousin moving out?”
“She isn’t”
“She fucking well is”
More screaming and shouting, and then they have the nerve to complain to me why the bills were so high (they’re in my name).
“Well perhaps because your cousin sits here all day watching my TV, my DVDS with the heating on full blast and leaves all the lights on over the house”
This is at the point she threatened to call the Police on me, because I wouldn’t get out of the way of said TV while telling her this. I gave her my mobile and told her to go ahead.
They left shortly after that. This was also the time the other guy in the house was made redundant, and thought it was a good idea to have all his friends round to listen to thumping garage music every night under my bedroom. Its quite fun though to kick someones bedroom door open and threaten a room full of scratty 19 year olds with a 2 foot steel straight edge.
I was having some fun stressful days last year, I tells you.

Now, all is quiet…

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These stories all remind me of my one truly bad experience with a roommate. Let’s just call her PIMA (pain in my ass). At the time I was living in a 2 bedroom condo with two other women. It was a fabulous condo and the best part about it was the fact the rent was dirt-cheap. My room was the shared room and I shared with PIMA. Only a few of the things PIMA did were truly heinous, but they all sort of piled up:

  • She could not shut a kitchen or bathroom cabinet without slamming it.
  • She would turn the heat up during the winter months to 85 degrees and then open the window because she was hot. (forget about turning down the heat…can’t do that 'cause it’s cold)
  • She would make herself food every night around 2 or 2:30 and wouldn’t clean anything up. Not a huge deal in and of itself except for the time when she took my clean clothes out of the dryer and put them on her dirty food-crusted countertop, despite the fact that my laundry basket was right next to the dryer.
  • She read my journal which was put away in my dresser drawer (I know because I caught her) which means she was snooping through my belongings.
  • She would get phone calls in the middle of the night from her friends and instead of taking the cordless phone into the living room she would sit in the bedroom and talk while I was trying to sleep.

Aside from all that she was just hostile, mean, and nasty. When I caught her reading my journal and called her on it she threw the most ridiculously overblown fit about how it was MY fault. ??? Apparently I didn’t talk to her enough so she didn’t know what was going on with me. And it made it that much worse that the roommate I’d had right before her was awesome and probably ranks as the best roomie ever. The other roomie J, and I, decided at lease end that we were going to ask PIMA to leave. It turned out that we didn’t have to have that conversation because J bought her own condo and I moved out of state. PIMA was enthusiastic about having the condo to herself until she found out the only reason it was so cheap was because the owner of the condo was J’s good friend. As soon as J decided to leave, the owner raised the rent to market value and PIMA couldn’t afford it (even with roommates).

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This wasn’t me, but a good friend of mine had a real roommate from hell a couple years ago. I can’t remember her roommate’s name (I never met her, we lived on opposite sides of the country, so I heard this all from my friend), so I’ll call her B for bitch. My friend I shall call L for Lisa (her name).

L moved into the house B rented. They’re both observant Orthodox Jews, so it seemed like a good fit to L. Well, B turned out to be a real psycho clean freak. She would bitch out L for leaving her backpack on the floor of the living room. She would go into L’s own room and bitch at her for leaving her dirty socks on the floor. Pretty annoying, but it gets worse.

L was laid off of work and when family friends asked her to chaperone their teenage daughter at a summer music symposium in a different part of the country for a month, off she went. While she was gone, the lease came up on the apartment. B resigned it - in her name only. When L returned, her psycho roommate announced that L was now subletting the apartment from her - and she raised L’s rent to all but $10 of the entire place’s rent.

Obviously, L started looking for a new place to live immediately, but not before B practically drove her mad. Apparently the power of having a subletter was too much for her - she threatened to evict L over everything, constantly told her she had to move, she was too messy to live with, etc. So, L moved out. Which would be the end of the story, except B was a loon. Instead of accepting L’s move as the consequence of her own behavior (ie, TELLING her to move), she sued L for breaking the lease. L countersued. (This was all in Small Claims Court.) Fun fun fun.

When they went to court, L told the judge she’d be willing to drop her suit if B would drop hers. With everyone breathing a sigh of relief, B agreed to do this, although I understand there were some tight moments there when B didn’t want to pay the $20 fee to drop the suit.

The aggravation involved in this story puts any of my own annoying roommate stories to shame.

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I once had this roommate that I will call Melinda.

Melinda got pissed off at me because I used toe phone for 15 minutes one sunday night to console my friend Dave because he got dumped.

She asked when I would be off the phone, and I told her I’d need 10 minutes. She stormed out, and then came back 5 minutes later and called me a fucking selfish cunt bitch so loudly she woke up Bethany and Erin.

Two days later, I receive a phone call from someone. Erin answers the phone and the call is for me, by name, so Erin gives me the call. It’s midnight, she’s a bit upset. The caller asks “Was that Bethany I woke up? I know she goes to bed early because she has practice in the morning.”

While I am still shocked that this person whose voice I do not recognize knows which of my roommates gets up very early in the morning, the caller tells me where I ate lunch that day, what I wore, how many people were with me, and then says ‘One of these days, you will be alone. I’m going to kill you.’ (may not be exact words, it’s been a few years)

After calls to the police, and finally getting them to take this seriously hours later, I go down to a local store in the morning and get an answering machine hoping someone is stupid enough to leave a message.

The very next morning. 9:00 am. Melinda has not been home since long before the death threat. Message on the machine.

“This message is for Melinda. This answering machine wouldn’t be in response to certain threatening phone calls, would it?”

Cops are called again, and cops investigate Melinda.

She hired her boyfriend and his druggie friends to kill me.

That is a roommate from hell, and why I will never, ever again trust a random roommate from something like the college dorm housing lottery.

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You know that scene in The Silence of the Lambs when Buffalo Bill is entertaining himself in front of a mirror, and the scene ends with his opening up his nightgown to see how he looked as a woman, with his equipment tucked between his legs?

A lot of people who’ve seen the movie commented to me that that really creeped them out. I had to answer that I was unphased, because in college I had a roommate who would frequently come into the living room while we were watching TV and do the same thing. (In his defense, though, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t making a girly suit down in the basement).

Compared to that, I don’t really mind so much the roommate who had the dog that peed on me every time he saw me, and the 7-feet long Burmese python who would slither over my legs unexpectedly when I was on the phone or leave snake droppings all down the hallway.

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:eek: - so… what happened? Were they arrested?

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When I moved in with my ex his old girlfriend called every night, several times a night, at 3:00 in the morning for weeks…long distance from Chicago. We finally got an unlisted number, so she switched to calling his business number several times a night, at 3:00 in the morning. As his business was in the house, this proved annoying also. We finally moved to another house and she either gave up or turned on someone else, as she stopped calling.