Dishing the Drama
When I was in grad school I agreed to rent a house with a fellow grad student in my department prior to actually meeting her (dumb, I know). While R was jovial enough it became immediately clear that we had vastly different standards. I am by no means a neat freak, but I do like my living spaces to be sanitary. R on the other hand had zero problem with moldy dishes, roaches, used tampons finding their way into the living room courtesy of her “mostly” house trained weimaraner, etc.
Being the most passive person alive I spent most of our first semester cleaning up after her. By semester the second I finally decided I’d had enough. Before leaving for a conference I cleaned my mess and in my calmest and most grownup voice asked that she please tend to her dishes as I would no longer have the time to clean house on a daily basis. Lo and behold I came home a week later to a clean kitchen. Needless to say I was nine different kinds of over the moon about it. My moment of calm assertiveness had fixed the issue. Or so I thought.
About 10 days later I started to notice a smell lingering through the entire house. Turns out she hadn’t cleaned her dishes at all. She’d merely hidden them around the house. The next month was like a treasure hunt. Only the treasure was moldy dishes, rotten food and vermin. To make matters worse the slob still owes me $750 in back rent. Yay.
I had a roommate like that this past semester. It was absolutely horrible. I feel your pain.
people’s court might be an option, if she shows up.
I am so happy I live on my own and will do my best never to live with anyone unless they are my significant other. Even before I would live with someone I would inspect there house and make sure he keeps his place as clean as I keep mine.
the dog was probably better trained than she was! weimaraners are very smart dogs.
I’m also glad my roommate days are over….bluch.
Wow. The roomie’s utter stupidity makes me fear for the state of the human species. :c Did she seriously think she’d get away with actually hiding them? Did she forget that organic matter rots or did she think the dish fairy would come and take them away?
probably the latter…or the maid.
This is the author of this post – word cannot describe how gross it was – she had shoved dishes into the oven, under the sofa cushions, she even put one in the toilet tank. And the vomit – I left that part out, she’d get drunk, vomit, and then not clean it up for days. That was five years ago and I am so greatful to have my own beautiful clean house all to myself. My roomate days are long gone thank you jeebus!
I always hate “worst roommates” pets the most :/
Especially when that person owns a high-energy weimaraner. If she can’t even be arsed to throw away her used tampons, I can only imagine what kinds of neglect the dog has to suffer :/
EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW used tampons. I used to be pretty damn dirty but that crosses the line by a mile.
…why couldn’t she put the energy she used for hiding the dishes to actually wash them? Sounds like she almost had some kind of bizarre grudge against cleanliness.
OP, you left *out* the part about the vomit? OMG! I’m so glad for you that you’re on your own now.