Here are 2 reasons that make me smile at the thought of having to pay 2 apartments at the same time:
Background: before my roommate agrees to come live with me, I told him that the week I get up at 6 am and I sleep light, so that it is kind of noisy at night (after 22 to 23 hours (yes I know I'm my aunt, but at least I put on the table from the outset), we should not live together.
1 - The incident of the door handle
We have old doorknobs. Who are we sometimes in the hands. There few weeks, Sunday night I went home around 23 hours and my roommate and his new girlfriend did dinner rather noisy. I am lying and trying somehow to sleep, but the noise prevented me. I thought he was still entitled to have dinner with his girlfriend. Except that, at midnight, he decided to vacuum! Fortunately, it did not last long because his technique is to 1 - Wet Floor 2 - Skip Vileda 3 - Collect the dust heap of mash with the vac. Or sth like that. Thing he does about once every 2 months. It would therefore have chosen a different time than Sunday, midnight, during a dinner with his girlfriend. So it was enough to trigger a fit of rage in me (ok, it might seem excessive to me to be out of something like that, but I, among others, flushed his shit for 3 months (for real ), so I've accumulated a lot of frustration coming out now at least incident).
As I said nothing for a long time, my only reaction was to go to the bathroom, slamming the door as hard as possible. Strong enough that the handle is made in my hands. When that happens, it is still possible to open the door with one of two sides of the handle. Side that was out. My pride, coupled with my inability to talk to my roommate, have meant that I had only one option: to sacrifice my tweezers. Like trying to unscrew the small screw with a tweezers and a lot of minutia that I drank a few glasses of wine at supper with friends, the task was not the easiest, but I still managed. Except that the door does not open more.
So I had to resign myself to say the name of my roommate for him to hear. He replied in the split second that followed, which suggests that he was stuck on the door all the while swearing to listen. He opened the door. I was able out, but my dignity, meanwhile, remained in the bathroom.
2 - The incident of phone
Quite often the phone rings after 23 hours or whatsoever for my roommate. I closed the phone ringing in my room long ago. Except that even when I hear other phones ringing.
I never cried for it, because I already exhausted all chialage much I could do with "if you burn my placemats redeem me," "if you want that much to heat with chauferette instead of the stove, you could at least lower it when you're not here because no, we do not need it to do 23 degrees permanently in your room and the kitchen in the winter "and" sometimes you have flushed more than once if your poop is in the toilet and still floating when I work, "all without any success.
When his girlfriend was abroad, I thought it was at a distance of 12 time zones and a girl arranged as she can, even if it was a girl I hate deeply.
Since this is his new girlfriend (who is very friendly despite his annoying habit of meowing my cat and then tell me that my cat does not meow much, because he does not respond), which calls at midnight or 1 am about 1 time per week, I have a little more misery. My roommate has a cell phone anyway, so when it later it might call this number. If it is too cheap to pay for the call, they could be a code, gender let it ring once on my cell and I'll remind . Regardless, I insist that it happened more than once.
So last Monday, the phone rings at 0:45. My roommate answered. I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom and slams the door (I had repaired the handle, so no problem. I know this is ridiculous way to slam the door, but it's the ONLY thing I found). I go back to bed, but I'm so sorry that I decided to answer and end calls, to signify my presence (I really must leave the apartment as quickly as possible, I'm too passive-aggressive behavior). They are still in conversation, she even said "Hello?". About 5 minutes later the phone re-rings. I pick my roommate picks up at the same time and told me that it is correct, he takes it. I reply that this is not a time to call and he knows I get up at 6 every morning. He replied but he knows that the call is IMPORTANT. I say, he has a call after midnight IMPORTANT every week, and has a cell phone, so he could use it for that. He responded by yelling to go to bed, what I say I can not go to bed when the phone keeps ringing.
The next morning, I locked my cat in my room with her litter and the whole kit. Because I still do not know if my roommate is dumb, or just bad (his msn profile list "Helping my fellow" among his interests), and it would be so easy to let out my cat out "accidentally." I arrive in the evening My bedroom door is wide open. I hope that through pure goodness, because he thought my cat was sorry to be so confined. Or sth like that.
The next day, I realize that he had kept for several days of mail intended for me.
Two days later, I realize that it erased the voice message intended for me.
And I will not even get the $ 200 he owed me and he did not pay, without telling me it was because he wanted to see the bills (although it works like this since July and when I had offered to see the bills first He told me not).
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After 2 years, the estate was finally settled .. almost. It's getting lined up for me to be the only family not to inherit. I'm the one who is still paying her student loan and has not condo / house and two apartments will have to pay at the same time (ok, except my cousin 5 years). But that's life. I do not want to fall into the stereotype of the frustrated daughter to be disinherited.
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that sometimes I stuck with guys who have no girlfriend pregnant. Looks like it's automatic. Blonde pregnant cruiser = Isa. I drink my glass of white wine and dining cupcakes reflecting on all that.
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