Being head of the house sucks

You get all the responsibility of, well EVERYTHING, with none of the fun.

Jessie‘s post on getting rent out of her roommate really got me inspired to write another post ragging on my flatmates. As if we haven’t had enough of those! (Still, looking back through my archives shows it’s been a while, so I don’t feel TOO bad…)

One of my flatmates pays his rent in cash. Don’t ask. Don’t even go there. He’s a friend of T’s, so I now relegate any rent chasing to him. I completely, absolutely loathe dealing with cash and do everything electronically. Keeping track of cash is nothing but a huge pain, and over time we’ve gone from receiving rent at the start of the week, to the end of the week. Initially he was pretty good with staying on tops of bills, but he’s fallen behind.

The other one at least pays every week, but never pays bills. He also never, ever cleans anything. I’ve bitched about this countless times before. Also, he’s the worst drunk ever. Gets angry, violent, and hungry. The kitchen is always a disaster zone the night after a boozy one…

Financially, it’s terrible for my bottom line,but I don’t have the time, energy or patience to chase money. Worst comes to worst, I will call it all in when it comes time to move.

And frankly, seeing as I’m the only one in this house with a paying job, it’s like getting blood out of a stone. The totally heinous one plans to look for a job again now that he’s had his eye surgery, but the odds of that are dire.

Money issues aside, nothing is safe! We are down to TWO spoons in this entire house. Cutlery disappears on an alarmingly regular basis. I was forced to bring a fork to uni to eat my yoghurt with the other week. If it weren’t for me, the oven would be coated in at least an inch of grease. The flatmates go through ridiculous amounts of sugar (don’t know how much goes in each coffee, but it must be a hell of a lot more than one) and don’t rinse their cups, resulting in an angry me every morning when I come out to find ants crawling all over the bench and unwashed dishes.

6 thoughts on “Being head of the house sucks

  • Reply Sense September 8, 2009 at 22:06

    Ugh. I’m sorry you lost the roommate lottery. You don’t and shouldn’t have to live like this!!

    Luckily my roommate and I each pay our portion of the rent separately. (I insisted on individual leases when the new roommate moved in.)

    Though, the electric and internet bills are in my name, so I will have to hope that she is good about paying promptly. We have discussed it (money) and she says she hates owing people. I hope that’s true!!

  • Reply Revanche September 9, 2009 at 16:31

    Oh my goodness, I could NOT stand that. Any of that.

    I totally agree, btw, being the HOH sucks. There actually isn’t any Fun involved, either, not even when it’s running smoothly for one day of ten. It’s aggravating and draining. And poor you can’t even enjoy the fruits of your labor in peace with those nitwits. 🙁

  • Reply Jessie September 15, 2009 at 18:14

    oh wow! that is soooo rediculous!

    Jordan and I have actually started looking for our own place… we need some space and now with my credit card paid off, we can actually afford to look at other options.

    we have settled on anything yet, but it sure feels good just to look.

  • Reply eemusings September 15, 2009 at 18:57

    I know! I used to do it just for fun, it was almost comforting knowing what else was out there and imagining….

    I think it’s going to be good fun when it comes time to start looking to BUY 🙂

  • Reply Jessie September 16, 2009 at 01:52

    oh yes… buying will be the ultimate! Then it’s your place – no if’s and’s or but’s about it.

  • Reply Our house, in the middle of our street « Musings of an Abstract Aucklander July 9, 2010 at 16:51

    […] out your dishes, leave pots festering on the stove, use your body wash, puke over the balcony, don’t pay bills, let their pets run amok, don’t clean the bathroom, and break your […]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.