TOXIC ROOMMATES
10:50 PM Posted by MS.NOVA
Roommates can be one of two things; a friend for life or the embodiment of your nightmares and when it's bad, ohhh it's bad.
She’s a slob, sleeps till 2pm, up till 5am, and there’s a steady stream of guys in and out of her bedroom. She is a food stealing, not tampon flushing, skid mark leaving, no dishwashing, loud sex having, leftover food-rotting anomaly, who is otherwise a cool person (despite her deplorable living standards).
Looking back, I now realize that toxic people really can create a toxic environment. Be it a roommate, co-worker or spouse, when the person you spend the majority of your time with causes you utter unhappiness, a breaking point will come when you must choose to love yourself (and your sanity) more and work on getting the eff outta there!
Here is the story of MY breaking point.
My feet are throbbing, and its 107 degrees. My restaurant was slammed for the last 6 hours and I made a pathetic $54 bucks in tips. Maybe people think I clean ashtrays and wait tables because I like it and I live on peppermint sticks and tea and don’t need the cash?!! Ugh.
I want to eat. Shower. Sleep. Drink something cold, and hear nothing. Finally home, I silently pray my 4 roommates won’t be there.
The funk of putrid dishwater hits me as I open the door. Fruit flies stick to my sweat and almost zip into my gaping mouth while I visually try to make sense of the exploding filth in the sink. The flies are in heaven, while I am officially in the 7th circle of hell. Rotten food cooks in the afternoon sun on the violated kitchen counter. These girls aren’t serious. Who do they think is going to clean this up?
Too exhausted to flip out, I drag my ass down the long hallway towards my room. Florescent lights highlight the squalor and my burning eyes take notes. The floor is stained with a mix of Timberland boot marks from the buildings weed man, hairballs of 3B Yaki weave and splashes of leftover fruit punch. The toilet paper I just replaced is done, and someone’s nasty pad is exposed in the trash.
As the rage bubbles, I devise a plan! We are past sticky notes people! My hand slips into the cold, thick water, and I gather the pukey dishes from the sink and pile them in front of their bedroom doors. I hear the key turning in the door while I place the final bowl of 4 day old hairy oatmeal on top of the pile. Slinking into my room, I think to myself as I listen for their reaction...
I have to move.
I couldn't make this one up if I tried. As always on but i love me more, this is a REAL experience.
Please comment and share your stories and what you learned. i KNOW there are tons and hopefully now, we can laugh about it. (versus a raging stickie note!)
November 9, 2010 at 10:49 PM
Ummm.. so how did they react to your putting their dishes in front of their doors?
November 13, 2010 at 1:49 PM
they washed their damn dishes. lol...
i moved out two weeks later.
lesson:
"trying to change another person is like washing a mirror to clean your own face. the same thing will be looking back at your every time."
nova