Dang roommates. I hate them all. The house is completely falling apart. No one has gotten in water in weeks. They all (apparently) just keep their own supplies of water--some of them stolen from the communal pool. People would rather break their fingers than wash a dish or piece of silverware that was sullied by another. Of course, that's assuming that they do theirs. The garbage, recycling, and compost are never taken out. Katerina frequently leaves the kitchen windows open at night, which--since they don't have screens and well, the rotting food--is like putting up a flashing neon light saying "Bugs--Party Tonight Here." The Roommate Who Will Not Be Named (RWWNBN) NEVER sorts her freakin' trash, even after she was explicitly told that she was doing it wrong. No one except for me has ever purchased dish soap (that's in 12 months, folks). I have been doing the dishes once a week out of pure hate. Even Paul has given up on any sort of communal housework.
But Jennifer, why don't you do it all if it bothers you so much? Because I am too filled with anger over their irresponsibility. It's become one of those absurd and counter-productive points of principle. If that is the mess they will make, that is the mess they will live in until they do something about it. More rationally, it think it's more a reflection of how much everyone hates everyone else in the apartment. RWWNBN hates all of us, Paul's no fan of anyone in the apartment other than me (maybe the Belgian), I can barely hold my tongue with RWWNBN and Katerina increasingly, Katerina openly despises RWWNBN and barely tolerates me, and the Belgian may well hate us all or just RWWNBN (it's hard to tell, she's so nice even to people she admits to hating later). I can't tell if we're all heading toward a giant blow-up or just some choice words and gestures as we part to never see each other again. (Cross your fingers.)
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Housework is a hassle when there are more than about three people, because no one wants to take responsibility for others and then they don't do it for themselves. My college house was like that and I eventually just gave up on most everyone and stayed out of the kitchen.
We had several house meetings to talk about it, but it never really got better.
I'll be excited for you when you leave and get clean, happy, friendly people around.
I wish I could help you! I know that if it anything like my first roommates, if you clean it up, then it will just be messy again the next day. Once my friends put a dead fish underneath this guy's bed. It got maggots and stunk for two weeks before my friend snuck back in and took the fish out. They would've never known except someone spilled the beans. I think you should put x-lax in all their food and then hide all the toilet paper.
Wow. Hang in there--not too much longer left! The end is in sight!
But I do agree that housework is much easier to deal with when you're working within a family and everyone knows what's expected of them (even if that means almost nothing of some of the biggest mess makers... but I love them so much that I can deal with that!). :) Thanks for making my own housework (which I am not the greatest at myself, I must admit--Bryan would probably do better) seem much more manageable. :)
That's a very weird thing: remember when we lived together with the 3 mexican roommates and Linsey? It used to fill me with rage to have all those dishes piled up in filthy water "soaking" in the sink for 3 days, but then I heard that talk about how married couples shouldn't count on doing 50%, but more like 80% and then it'll work out. I started just doing the dishes and I got over hating anyone who didn't do dishes as quickly as I did. It's a very cheering thing to discover that with ten minutes a day you can rid yourself of abiding hate.
Besides, soon you'll be free of them! Hurrah!
So it was you who did my share of the dishes during my mostly irresponsible roommating period! Thanks.:)
Jennifer-it sounds like you are ready to come home. My advise is just to throw everything away and take off running for the hills. Seriously, you are almost done-you can make it.
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