So here is day 2 of my 30 day blog challenge. I'm sure many of you reading this have had roommates in the past or maybe currently in a roommate situation. Some of you may even have really great roommates and you guys get along well. Well screw you all because my situation was hell and I am jealous.
Many years ago, right after the civil war, I became really friendly with a group of male and female exotic dancers. It was a fun time in my life. We would hang out and club every night of the week. Aaaawwww, to be young and free.
A couple of my female friends in this circle and I decided to rent an apartment together. YES! This would be non stop fun for me. I was psyched. We began our search and found a really cute townhouse to rent. We made preparations to move in. The day of our move in should have given me a clue as to how this whole situation was going to go down.
I had scheduled my brother and cousin to move my stuff in while I was at work. When I got to the apartment they hadn't finished my move because my roommates had them move a few of their stuff too. Excuse me! You were supposed to secure your own movers. I was heated but let it go.
I was the only one living there that owned a car and it was fast becoming evident to me that these bitches were expecting me to haul them everywhere they needed to go and would get upset if I had other plans.
The final straw came when I had a job interview scheduled. The day before I needed to prep for it, print out resumes, etc. So I decided to go to my parents house since they had a typewriter. Shush! I told my roommates I was leaving and they got upset because I wasn't going to be back in time to take them to the club they wanted to attend that night. yeah, exactly. I was ticked off that they thought hanging out in a club was more important then my landing this job. I was not their chauffeur. I decided I needed a break from them and stayed the night at my parents house.
When I arrived home the next day to get ready for work I noticed that they cleaned up the house but left my bed unmade and piled some dirty clothes on top of it. That was the last straw. I called my parents when I got to work, first thing, and arranged for them to help me move.
I found out later that day as well that some friends had called the house looking for me and they were rude to them Oh no, that does not work for me.
I met my father at his shop that he owned once I got off work. My mother, her friend, my brother and cousin all met at my fathers shop and we caravaned over to my house and started hauling shit out of there. The looks on their faces was priceless.
Unbeknownest to them I had also scheduled to have the phone cut off because it was in my name and I didn't want them to run up the bill. You had to pay for long distance calls in those olden days. They were none to happy about that. They called me the next day when they realized the phone was off to inquire why I hadn't told them of my plans. *click*
That was my first and last roommate situation Never again.
Do you have roommate horror stories?