Two Months Too Long
I was fairly strapped for cash during my senior year of college and decided I was paying way too much money ($900) to live in a small room in a condo in a not-so-desirable part of San Diego. A 20 year-old girl, S, who I had gone thrift shopping with a few times told me that she needed a new roommate. She had always lived with older ladies in their 30s and since I am not much of a partier we thought it would work out well. The place was much larger, much cheaper and in an excellent area of town. But the problems started before I even moved in: S said that her roommate, L, wouldn’t answer her cell phone, so S would call L at work to get answers about moving dates and payments (which I know should have been a warning sign, but at that time I was willing to take her word on most things).
My boyfriend and I moved to different areas the same weekend and I acquired a bunch of his cookware in the process. I ended up burning a pan of oatmeal on the stove one night after spending too much time on an important phone call. Thinking that it was one of my newly acquired boyfriend’s pans, I simply threw it out. The next day I went to work and received three text messages and two missed phone calls, all from my roommate, stating that she couldn’t find her pan and that it was a very important pan because her legal guardian had given it to her and she “used it to boil water.†I work as a therapist and it is a work environment where it is unacceptable to check your phone at all during sessions. When I was able to text her, I explained that I had no idea that it was her pan, I really thought it was mine and I apologized and offered to buy her a new one. She stated that she believed me that I didn’t know it was hers and she had looked through the garbage to find it without any luck. She told me that she had called her guardian and that she had bought the pan at Target.
Seriously. An important pan. For boiling water. From Target.
My roommate starting saging the house to “get rid of the evil spirit†that had lurked around, which I thought was hilarious, but kept it to myself. Her boyfriend was over every single night, sometimes they would just hang out for hours without even talking to each other or being in the same room, whereas my boyfriend stopped by twice a week. She wrote me a two page long Facebook letter asking for me and my boy to stop having sex at the house, because it made her uncomfortable. We thought it was a bit rude, but we knew we were sometimes noisy, so we stopped. The noise complaints got worse: she got upset for me “waking her up†on a Sunday at 11:30am and for taking my road bike out of the house. I was not talking on the phone, not listening to music, not doing a thing besides taking a bike out of the apartment. I decided to move out the next week. There are so many more ridiculous stories about her not paying bills, not communicating and passive-aggressive Facebook statuses galore and I only lived there for two months.





legal guardian? that fires red flags all over the place. Why did she need a legal guardian at 20? (Or was it her legal guardian before she turned 18?)
And by “taking the bike out of the apartment” did you run it all over the walls and furniture making motorcycle noises while doing so? That can be EXTREMELY rude (but also VERY fun!).
Seriously though, this girl sounds nuts!
So, let me see if I got this right. While talking on the phone you let a pan burn on the stove and just threw it away. You then get irritated because the owner of the pan is a little upset because you ruined her pan and you have the audacity to belittle her?And she is the VWR? Your roommate doesn’t like hearing you and your boyfriend having sex(how rude of her!) and complains and once again, she is the VWR? She may have been a nut and not a good roommate but it doesn’t sound like you were a good one either.
I was also confused by the legal guardian thing, too. I just assumed it was her guardian before she turned 18. But regardless, bitch be crazy.
some pans are never the same once burnt…and it’s pretty odd that someone would have such an obvious attachment to a kitchen pan from Target. Since it seems like there were other pans, of the same size, it would stand to reason it wasn’t an emergency that required 3 texts and 2 calls.
And the sex. My god. 2 nights a week and the lady is suddenly Caligula? Do I have a right to bitch at my neighbors for having loud sex every thursday night? Not really. How does the roommate really have a problem with them doing it behind closed doors? It sounds like the she quit the loud stuff once it became a problem, but the oddity was the complaint was apparently detailed in a 2 page statement. A bit overkill if you ask me.
Regarding this pan business: If I had a pan that was given to me for free and I didn’t really need, and I burnt oatmeal really badly in it, I would probably throw it away, too. Have you tried to clean burnt oatmeal off of the bottom of a pan? It’s not pretty, and it takes ages.
Also, it’s pretty weird to send your roommate (you know, the person you live in the same place as) a really long note on FACEBOOK, rather than just talking to them in person, or even slipping a note under their door if you aren’t comfortable talking about it.
So I agree that the roommate was likely crazy…but…I would also have been mad if someone burned a pan of mine and threw it out. Whether it’s from Target or not.
The “saging the house” is what I found really funny.
A really good way to ask about a burnt pan is to simply ask what happened, and then ask for the person to replace it.
Actually, burning a pan can reduce the integrity of the nonstick coating (that are primarily sold at fine markets like Target). Getting upset about keeping toxic chemicals out of your body seems a bit silly.
The roommate would have been pissed about anything. I am sure everyone here would have been frustrated, but not turned into a petty turd bird.
@Lalli – Oh, I’m not disputing that she’d be a little perturbed, but the method of her getting the answer was a bit off.
While I agree that the roommate had odd behaviours, I’m surprised at the OP’s- a therapist- lack of understanding for different personalities. To the rest of us it may just be a cheap pan, to the roommate it held sentimental value… the OP herself said that the roommate accepted the explanation. Odd she is, bad? No.
Maybe in a follow up story that details late bills or passive agressiveness as the OP states, will I start to see a different picture
This story is sort of weird. The roommate sounds a little off for the rest of the story, but the episode about the pan really makes OP come off as a royal B. (By the way, in OP’s story, she says she’s in her senior year of college – how is she working as a therapist then?) Doesn’t the OP think that the sort of moron that would burn cookware while talking on the phone (did you not smell something burning?) would also qualify as a bad roommate? I love that you try to justify throwing away somebody else’s things, regardless of where they came from or what they were used for, by making up some story about how your boyfriend gave you cookingware and you were confused. I mean, pans look different from each other. You’d think if you were using an unfamiliar pan, you’d assume it didn’t belong to you and you would A) not use it or B) be careful using it.
I would be pissed off if my stuff wasn’t where I put it, regardless of any emotional attachment to it. That you threw it away without really being sure of to whom it belonged shows that you’re a person that is really inconsiderate of other’s property. If there was even the hint that it wasn’t your stuff, you should have held back. I’m not saying the roommate was flawless, but I definitely found you a thoroughly unsympathetic character in your own story. You’re either an extremely stupid person, or an extremely entitled and callous person. Your pick.
I agree with Lana, especially about the pan business. Even if I’ve only owned a pan for a day or two, I can remember what it looks like compared to other pans. I think you used your roommate’s pan on purpose (either because you didn’t have any cookware, or you didn’t feel like dragging it out of some other location), then felt bad that you burned it, so you tried to make yourself feel better when she told you it was from Target.
And yeah, parts of this story make no sense. You don’t need a legal guardian when you’re 18+, and even if it was someone who WAS her legal guardian at the time the pan was given, wouldn’t you refer to her legal guardian as whatever their title was? Older brother, aunt, grandma, etc? The part about being a therapist and being in your senior year of college doesn’t make sense either, unless she already had a previous degree and was getting another one, but you’d think she would have mentioned that.
And I like how she refers to her loud motorcycle as a “road bike” to make us think she’s talking about a basic, non-motorized vehicle.
@Lizzie You think she kept her motorcucle in the house???
I don’t understand why the pan was mentioned. If I was missing a pan that a loved one had given me, and found my room mate had ruined it, I would be ticked. You said she believed you and told you where it had come from so you could replace it as you offered to do. So how does that make her bad?
I can see having a pan for boiling water if you use the water for drinks and don’t want the water to have an after taste of whatever else was cooked in it. What does it matter where it came from?
She may have called them her legal guardian because they weren’t a family member, but had raised her.
This was very boring.
@Lizzie…I don’t think you could have picked this story apart any more if you tried…what’s your personal investment in it?
1) Pans (like the ones sold at Target) are pretty generic and cheap so a lot of people in college situations probably have them. How do you know they didn’t have the same sets? Quite honestly, if I had a relatively new pan set and it was black with non-stick coating (for example), I’d probably confuse it with another black non-stick coating pan set, especially if they were all stored in the same area. To insinuate that she knew it was her roommates all along and was just being a b*tch about it is ridiculous and nothing but made up BS because the OP said nothing to indicate that.
2) Maybe she referred to her legal guardian as such because they weren’t actually any kind of relative, or maybe it was a relative but she was trying to let the readers know that the meaning for the roommate was more significant because of said status. Why must you jump to something more sinister than that?
3) The part about being a therapist I question only because my sister is a therapist and I know the kind of schooling she had to go through to become one and she was never seeing clients when getting her BA…it wasn’t until she was getting her Masters that she finally started working with people in that role. So maybe the OP didn’t use the correct word to describe her work, maybe she is a therapist but working towards another degree, or maybe she’s in a Master’s program and working while being supervised. Again, you’re pretty antagonistic over such a tiny pointless detail.
4) I like how you assume (not like it’s anything new at this point though) that she’s referring to a motorcycle when she says road bike. There is such a thing as “road bikes†that are non-motorized…they’re the type Lance Armstrong rides. They’re meant only to be ridden on the road, they’re extremely light and they have very thin wheels…as opposed to mountain bikes or your everyday bicycle.
How bout not being a judgmental ass over something that is meant to be so lighthearted?
Adults can also have “legal guardians” if they are mentally unstable and unable to care for herself in any normal adult activities……… like paying bills. Sounds like she was very unstable, like bipolar. Just a thought.
i love the way people take stories on here and invent an entirely new set of details, for no apparent reason, which they then bitch about. even if the road bike was in a fact a ‘loud motorcycle’ (rather than say, a road bike), it’s not like she would have revved it up in the living room and launched it out of the front door to get going.
I feel that it was my fault the road bike was mistaken as a motorcycle given my first facetious comment. I sometimes forget that reading comprehension here is pretty limited.
There are many types of therapists other than a mental health worker: physical therapist, occupational therapist, behavioral therapist (like for someone with autism), massage therapist, sex therapist, etc…. That the OP simply referred to herself as a therapist doesn’t mean she was Dr. Freud.
The pan) I’m hoping, though it’s not stated, that the OP offered the replace the pan (or just did replace it). It does seem a bit off to me given I’m pretty sure I’d have been a bit miffed if I were the boyfriend (“Oh you didn’t want to have to clean it so… you threw it away?”) but I appreciate that different people feel differently about this sort of thing.
The bike) Quite how people have gotten the idea it’s a motorbike escapes me. It would be different had she said ‘bike’ but ‘road bike’ refers to a specific subset of bicycles (namely those with road tyres and non-mountain frames and so on) – it’s as if the OP had spoken about her Mini Cooper and people accused her of owning an SUV. That said, the salient detail I thought is that the complaint was about her taking it out the house at 11:30. Now admittedly the bike could be stored outside but then you need to worry about weather damage, the prospects of it getting stolen, spider webs, frost and so on. I store my bike outside but I can certainly understand someone chosing to store a bike inside especially if it’s by prior agreement with the roommate. And if it is inside then it had to then be taken outside to be used. I’d have little sympathy for a complaint about someone taking their bike out at 5AM but 11:30AM is just ridiculous, Sunday or no. It’s cool to have a different sleeping pattern to the rest of the world at large (lord knows I do) but you cannot then expect other people to conform to the conveniences of your eccentric practices.
Therapist) I assume she’s using the term in a fairly broad sense to include things like working on a suicide hotline and so on which don’t actually require clinical degrees.
Meta-) In defense of bitchy psychoanalytical comments a) they make this site more fun and b) occasionally OPs let things slip which makes you think their roommates might not be the only ones to blame. Take this remark for instance: “Her boyfriend was over every single night, sometimes they would just hang out for hours without even talking to each other or being in the same room, whereas my boyfriend stopped by twice a week.” Given OP says she has stories of the roommate not paying bills and so on it’s a bit weird to include a complaint that her roomie and the roomie’s boyfriend didn’t talk enough when the boyfriend was over. I challenge anyone to read that and not think ‘WTF?’