Terrible roommate stories - share them.
My junior year I lived in Freddy with randoms – nasty mcnasty, her friend (third, roommate who was nice but too chicken to stand up to nasty mcnasty) and another nice girl who lasted until Christmas.
Not knowing how to use a dishwasher – she would run it and leave her dishes there for days. Not just a weekend when she was gone, but like the better part of a week. Both sides of the sink and counters would be full of dirty dishes waiting to go in.
Screaming matches over the phone with her mom (I shared a wall with her). Watching loud movies until 2am when I had to be out the door for team practice at 5am. Even after I would politely ask that she turn it down.
Accusing me of stealing her food
Being such a pig that the 4[SUP]th[/SUP] girl moved out at Christmas (she told me directly that that was why she was leaving). The new girl in January moved out after two WEEKS – also told me that was why she was moving out.
Using my pots and pans, cooking God knows what on them, and then leaving them for me to clean – not just like wipe out, but caked on burned nasty stuff that took forever to get mostly clean.
Having her drug addict boyfriend come stay over
Having 6am fun time with her drug addict boyfriend. The sound of a Freddy twin bed being abused by ~ 500lbs+ will never leave my head.
Inviting drug addict boyfriend’s DRUG DEALER to stay over at our apartment and letting him sleep in the unused bedroom by breaking into it. Thankfully, the third roommate warned me ahead of time - because she was staying with her BF as well.
Having screaming crying bouts on the phone after said boyfriend gets arrested and goes to jail.
Screaming fits about ISU being a terrible school trying to take all her money. Hmmm, maybe take less than 6 years to get your Bachelor’s next time.
Now, the coup d’etat. As said, she was a massive pig. After several months of being nice and putting her dishes away when we needed the dishwasher, I started just putting them on the counter instead for her to put away. She’s a big girl, right? Apparently, that ****** her off. The last couple weeks of April (there had been thermostat wars going on here too, sorry, I’m in a damn sweater, blanket, socks, hat, and GLOVES, I’m going to turn it up a couple degrees) you could have cut the tension with a knife. We were in full-on silent hate.
I come back from a meeting one day and a miracle had occurred because she was cleaing the kitchen. Except all my dishes were out of the dishwasher and on the counter. Well that would have been fine except they weren’t even done washing. They were still wet and super hot. So I get ****** and call her out on it. Pointed out how I only do that after she leaves her sitting for DAYS, not pull them out before they’re even done. She starts coming at me (3[SUP]rd[/SUP] roomie had told me she slapped one of their friends one time). I was standing in my room then and she grabs the door to slam it shut. I grab it from her and pull it back open. She gets right in my face like she’s going to hit me and I said “you lay one finger on me, I’ll have your fatass thrown in jail.â€
Not the nicest thing I’ve ever said, but she backed off then and went into her room to call someone and loudly cry and ***** about me. She then posted a couple nice FB statuses about me as well. There’s a ton more I can’t remember, but she was terrible.
I also had a nasty one summer between fresh/soph year that I might post about later.
My junior year I lived in Freddy with randoms – nasty mcnasty, her friend (third, roommate who was nice but too chicken to stand up to nasty mcnasty) and another nice girl who lasted until Christmas.
Not knowing how to use a dishwasher – she would run it and leave her dishes there for days. Not just a weekend when she was gone, but like the better part of a week. Both sides of the sink and counters would be full of dirty dishes waiting to go in.
Screaming matches over the phone with her mom (I shared a wall with her). Watching loud movies until 2am when I had to be out the door for team practice at 5am. Even after I would politely ask that she turn it down.
Accusing me of stealing her food
Being such a pig that the 4[SUP]th[/SUP] girl moved out at Christmas (she told me directly that that was why she was leaving). The new girl in January moved out after two WEEKS – also told me that was why she was moving out.
Using my pots and pans, cooking God knows what on them, and then leaving them for me to clean – not just like wipe out, but caked on burned nasty stuff that took forever to get mostly clean.
Having her drug addict boyfriend come stay over
Having 6am fun time with her drug addict boyfriend. The sound of a Freddy twin bed being abused by ~ 500lbs+ will never leave my head.
Inviting drug addict boyfriend’s DRUG DEALER to stay over at our apartment and letting him sleep in the unused bedroom by breaking into it. Thankfully, the third roommate warned me ahead of time - because she was staying with her BF as well.
Having screaming crying bouts on the phone after said boyfriend gets arrested and goes to jail.
Screaming fits about ISU being a terrible school trying to take all her money. Hmmm, maybe take less than 6 years to get your Bachelor’s next time.
Now, the coup d’etat. As said, she was a massive pig. After several months of being nice and putting her dishes away when we needed the dishwasher, I started just putting them on the counter instead for her to put away. She’s a big girl, right? Apparently, that ****** her off. The last couple weeks of April (there had been thermostat wars going on here too, sorry, I’m in a damn sweater, blanket, socks, hat, and GLOVES, I’m going to turn it up a couple degrees) you could have cut the tension with a knife. We were in full-on silent hate.
I come back from a meeting one day and a miracle had occurred because she was cleaing the kitchen. Except all my dishes were out of the dishwasher and on the counter. Well that would have been fine except they weren’t even done washing. They were still wet and super hot. So I get ****** and call her out on it. Pointed out how I only do that after she leaves her sitting for DAYS, not pull them out before they’re even done. She starts coming at me (3[SUP]rd[/SUP] roomie had told me she slapped one of their friends one time). I was standing in my room then and she grabs the door to slam it shut. I grab it from her and pull it back open. She gets right in my face like she’s going to hit me and I said “you lay one finger on me, I’ll have your fatass thrown in jail.â€
Not the nicest thing I’ve ever said, but she backed off then and went into her room to call someone and loudly cry and ***** about me. She then posted a couple nice FB statuses about me as well. There’s a ton more I can’t remember, but she was terrible.
I also had a nasty one summer between fresh/soph year that I might post about later.