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OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS
Nov. 29th, 2009 08:19 pmI am literally so appalled I can't vocally articulate it. Instead, I'm going to do it with evocative prose.
So Squatter Roommate got a week's extension on moving out, because my landlord is a more decent human being than I am. His deadline was yesterday, so you'd expect that he'd spend the extra week packing, preparing, maybe moving some boxes out as a prelim. Because that would be sensible thing, right?
But no, because it's the sensible and socially responsible thing to do, and Squatter Roommate has proven to be neither of those things. My landlord came up to check on things around one yesterday afternoon, when SR had not only failed to pack up any of his shit, but completely disappeared. He didn't packing up until 2 a.m. THIS MORNING. While I was SLEEPING. He and his shady friend were banging around moving the goddamn tv in the middle of the fucking night.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MOAR
Apparently, he asked Billy if he could leave one or two things on the porch until he could come back for them, by Wednesday at the latest. "One or two things" apparently means A HUGE FUCKING PILE OF CRAP, because SERIOUSLY, there were six coats, about eight hundred pairs of shoes (I know women who own fewer shoes than this asshole), like three boxes of books, his fucking guitar amp, and a small end table. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. SR has a very different definition of "moving out" than I do, and he's really lucky that Billy didn't let me throw all his shit out into the alley. Because I REALLY wanted to.
He was a filthy, filthy man, and when he left the room he left a residue of grime on the walls and an atmosphere of STINK. A whole day of scrubbing with various cleaning products only got the worst of the grime off the walls, and I can still SMELL him under the Pine-Sol. I sound like a fucking crazy person, but I really can't stress enough how thoroughly disgusted with this whole situation I am.
The crowning glory on this whole situation is that when I asked him for his share of the bill money for September and October, months he definitely lived here, he blew me off with a "fuckin' bitch" comment. EXCUSE ME. I KNOW YOU ARE PISSED BECAUSE YOU GOT EVICTED, BUT GROW THE HELL UP.
So Squatter Roommate got a week's extension on moving out, because my landlord is a more decent human being than I am. His deadline was yesterday, so you'd expect that he'd spend the extra week packing, preparing, maybe moving some boxes out as a prelim. Because that would be sensible thing, right?
But no, because it's the sensible and socially responsible thing to do, and Squatter Roommate has proven to be neither of those things. My landlord came up to check on things around one yesterday afternoon, when SR had not only failed to pack up any of his shit, but completely disappeared. He didn't packing up until 2 a.m. THIS MORNING. While I was SLEEPING. He and his shady friend were banging around moving the goddamn tv in the middle of the fucking night.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MOAR
Apparently, he asked Billy if he could leave one or two things on the porch until he could come back for them, by Wednesday at the latest. "One or two things" apparently means A HUGE FUCKING PILE OF CRAP, because SERIOUSLY, there were six coats, about eight hundred pairs of shoes (I know women who own fewer shoes than this asshole), like three boxes of books, his fucking guitar amp, and a small end table. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. SR has a very different definition of "moving out" than I do, and he's really lucky that Billy didn't let me throw all his shit out into the alley. Because I REALLY wanted to.
He was a filthy, filthy man, and when he left the room he left a residue of grime on the walls and an atmosphere of STINK. A whole day of scrubbing with various cleaning products only got the worst of the grime off the walls, and I can still SMELL him under the Pine-Sol. I sound like a fucking crazy person, but I really can't stress enough how thoroughly disgusted with this whole situation I am.
The crowning glory on this whole situation is that when I asked him for his share of the bill money for September and October, months he definitely lived here, he blew me off with a "fuckin' bitch" comment. EXCUSE ME. I KNOW YOU ARE PISSED BECAUSE YOU GOT EVICTED, BUT GROW THE HELL UP.
