• Home is my haven…or hell

    Why, oh why did I sign a nine month lease?

    I am now stuck here for another six months.

    Why? Let me try and remember so I don’t feel like a total dumbass.

    I didn’t want to move, AGAIN, not till the end of year anyway.

    I’d made it through almost a year here and thought I could hack another one.

    Rent couldn’t be raised within this period.

    Um, yeah.

    Then we got broken into, and my tolerance for the intolerable flatmate deteriorated even further.

    I clean up his messes. That’s the thing, living with someone with low (or no) standards of hygiene and cleanliness. It gets to the point where I just can’t stand it, and do it. I no longer ask him to do ANYTHING. There is no point. Once every few months I lose it and he does a load of dishes or so. And then deliberately, pointedly, mentions to me “Did you see I did the dishes?” Like he deserves a gold star. Like that even begins to make up for all the chores he hasn’t done since we moved in. Although, my period between freakouts is decreasing. More like every month or so. I will go into the kitchen or out the back door and stand there and fume, or cry, and feel a breakdown coming on. Usually I then exchange terse words with BF, and end up storming out and going for a very long, angry walk.

    I will never be a head of a flat again. I’m not cut out for it. I can’t stand the chasing money, the cleaning up after everyone else’s drinking/parties, the general cleaning, the being painted as an evil bitch for trying to maintain a semblance of cleanliness and hygiene in the house.

    I just don’t understand. I understand that vacuuming, sweeping and mopping are not priorities for some. But how, when I so frequently go around cleaning various rooms and picking up assorted crap, can said flatmate not even offer to help? It’s even better when he asks “what I’m doing?” No, he simply steps around me, even making me feel like I have to apologise for getting in his way. He often slips on the wet floor when I’ve been mopping. No sympathy from me.

    There are only so many times I can pick up milk bottles, juice packets, chicken bones, greasy bakery bags and mandarin peels from all over the house before I totally lose it. Living with other people is not the same as living with your mother. There must be compromise. By no means do I expect to have anything resembling a clean house. No, that’s a pipe dream while we live here. I want everyone to pick up after themselves – a seemingly simple, basic ask. I don’t expect things done up to my standards or within what I might call an acceptable timeframe. But they need to be done, AT SOME POINT. Which they never are, unless I do it myself. Why do I have to wait until he feels like it, or gets around to it (which is just  a fob off?) Why should he not get up and pick up three day old food scraps rather than leaving them festering for months?

    He does not: do dishes, wipe up spills, put food scraps / rubbish in the bin, clean the stove, clean the oven, clean the fridge or clear out his smelly food cupboard, take out bottles for recycling, take out rubbish, take out bins, clean the toilet or shower, sweep or mop, vacuum, clean up after shaving,  clean up his cigarette butts, or clean up the remains of the vomit he spattered down his bedroom and our lounge windows.

    In short, he does nothing but exist. He lives here, makes messes everywhere he goes, and leaves them where they are.

    How hard is it to show a little respect to those who live with you? When you break things, replace them – like my guitar strings, our large bowls, BF’s prized Jack Daniels glasses – as unbreakable as glass can get, but they couldn’t withstand the forces of evil flatmate. (Probably impossible to replace, as they came with a special Christmas hamper) There are piles of dirty dishes in his room. My dishes. Over half of our bowls have gone missing, even taking into account the stacks he has accumulated. I have nothing to eat my cereal out of in the mornings.

    He has always paid rent on time, the one redeeming feature he has. Bills, on the other hand, have fallen behind.

    Finding another flatmate? I dread the thought. And doubt the feasibility of actually finding a willing soul.

    Ah, sigh. End rant.

  • Random thoughts

    Girls are hard to live with.
    So are guys.
    Maybe living with gay guys is the solution?
    Cleaning rosters don’t seem to last.
    Especially when there’s a flatmate who’s hardly here and it seems unfair to place an equal cleaning burden on them, let alone split bills equally or buy cleaning supplied
    Making sure everyone is equally invested: ie paid bond. It sucks when you have over a grand and a half tied up in a place and flatmates don’t give a rat’s and don’t respect the house. Their money needs to be on the line too.
    Nobody ever wants to take out recycling. Let alone the rubbish.
    Some people eat all your food and make insane messes when they’re drunk. And then conveniently forget what they did.
    Some are just rude, selfish and inconsiderate and will flat out deny responsibility for anything.
    Some people don’t consider TP, dishwashing liquid, soap, detergent, bleach or Jif important to a household.
    Some people just should never leave home.
    For some light relief and to take my mind off my life, ihatemyflatmate.blogspot.com – it’s gold.

  • The un-joys of flatting

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    I seriously have the flatmate from hell. Were he not a friend of the boy’s he would have long been kicked to the curb. Right now he’s over $100 behind in various bills. Some of it is from last month – I should have been more vigilant, but last month I had exams and the boy had no work, so I had other things on my mind. He doesn’t clean. Ever. Not after himself, not anything around the house. The boy says it’s not his fault, he was never taught to pick up after himself. So? We’re all grown ups, this is basic, BASIC stuff. The first month or two, we all tried to clean on Sundays. We’d divvy it up; bathroom, floors, kitchen, lounge. Our fourth flatty is rarely home though, so that made it hard. And the system soon disintegrated. I tried having a chore wheel on the fridge. That lasted all of one day.

    So now, I’ve just given up totally. I’ve stopped asking him to do anything. The last straw came months ago. I had to literally ask him about 8 times in an evening to please mop the floors. The LL was coming to inspect the next morning. Eventually I went to bed, but went to the bathroom before (around 10pm). The mop and bucket were standing by the door, full of soapy water, but the floors were still filthy. Oh, I was enraged. I had to clean the floors myself at 10 at night while he snored just behind his door. I made as much angry noise as I could, but he sleeps and snores like nothing human.

    It totally fucks me off. I’ll come home, scrub the floors, vacuum, out he comes and asks “what are you doing?” “Cleaning”

    “Oh Okay” and off to the kitchen to make a mess. Not even an offer to help with anything. Approximately once every three months he’ll say “Leave those dishes, I’ll do them”. Then he’ll go shut himself in his room to watch wrestling while I slave over the bathroom.

    wipe down benches? do dishes? empty the bins? take out cans and bottles for recycling? put the bins out for the collectors? NEVER. He’ll drink boxes of beer, and never take out the bottles or the box. He’ll go nuts at a party at home, then do NOTHING to help clean the next day. And it’s not like he doesn’t make any mess. He doesn’t wipe up stuff he spills, pick up stuff he leaves in the lounge, do dishes, wipe down the stove, clean the microwave after a drunken feed…

    Plus, his ex. the one good thing was she’d help him clean, or clean herself  – empty the bathroom bin, sweep, scrub the boys’ toilet, do the kitchen, take out rubbish. But they were a toxic couple. I…won’t go into details, but seriously, I know much worse goes on, but I like to think I lead a relatively normal life, and their dramas were just fucking out of it.

    So this is ridiculous, I’m at breaking point. At times, it’s not so bad. Everything aside, we otherwise gel as a flat. But the cons so far outweigh the pros. I mean come on, I’m not a bank. In fact, banks charge late fees, etc. I don’t, but I bloody well should. It’s just so disrespectful, and I don’t like being lied to. He’ll tell me he’ll get the the rest of it tomorrow, then the day after, then the day after….then never. I even get the boy to nag him, but he just fobs him off and tells him he’ll get it ‘the next day’. Then avoid us.

    Last time we moved I decided I didn’t want to live with strangers again, as it hadn’t worked out well for me before. I still don’t, really. Ideally I’d join a flat with some of our mates, but I wouldn’t be the head tenant. Unfortunately that’s not an option. Very few of our friends live away from home, in fact, a fair few of them have moved home recently. I don’t really want to take on a tenancy again, I’m sick of having all my money tied up in bonds and I hate worrying about little things like damages or having to call the LL myself when things go wrong.

    So I guess  if we could find a nice place, in a nice area, with flatmates we might get along well with, that takes couples, I wouldn’t mind taking a punt. I’m certainly not going to say I’ll never live with guys again; girls can be just as bad. Not just the bitchiness and cliques, but they can be just as grotty. Like when I lived with two chicks who were rarely home and never cleaned up after their cats. The kitchen floor was always a mess. The bathroom wasn’t too bad, except for the pawprints tracked all over the tub/basin/counters. Trust me, it wasn’t TERRIBLE, but got really old really fast.

    I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t get caught up with his bills this month. I guess we’d ask him to leave, and speak to his mother about getting money out of him (as well for the wallpaper he ripped when he taped his TV aerial to the wall). Yes, it would hurt our budget. But it would be worth it. God knows he uses so much electricity, never cleans up after himself, let alone do household chores, it would save me a ton of time in cleaning and stress.