Never Live In A Quad (Or With Anyone, For That Matter)
I've about had it with these people.
Today has been one of too many times I had to empty out all the clean dishes from the dishwasher, because everyone else is too "busy" do so, leaving all the dirty dishes to pile up beyond the sink over to the counters. But this is only the tip of the dirty iceberg.
Like the rest of my roommates, the engineering guy is really cool personality-wise, but tidiness-wise, not quite so. But what really annoys me is how he uses our quad living room as a Motel 6 for his drunk friends, with whom he throws shit like instant noodle packages and Kraft Dinner cheese packets all over the place. I'd kick their asses, but that would hurt my relationship with the people I have to live with for the rest of the year. Also, they're too drunk to feel any pain, which would detract from the punitive value of an ass-kicking.
I know they all have to go drinking every weekend, but if they can't even make it back to their own respective place of habitation, a change in drinking habits is in order. We are already doing a good job fucking the place up, and we certainly don't need further contributions from outside parties!
The blond girl, she can be just as bad...as all of the drunk friends put together. It's nice that she bakes herself a cake once in a while (Bake, bitch, BAKE!! Mwahahahaha!), but then she leaves all the baking utensils, ingredients, and stains sacrosanct all over the fucking counter. Put her and the above together, and you have absolute bedlam; the living room would look better if an all-out rival ninja clan battle scene broke out in there instead. Hell, if one happened right now, the living room could only end up cleaner.
Finally, the opera singer is the least messiest of them - perhaps only because he isn't home much in the first place to mess it up. However, he still does leave remnants of his morning rituals on the kitchen counter to add to everyone else's mess, which would stay there until he comes home late at night - if he chooses to clean it up when he comes back.
Thus, what makes it difficult to get my roommates to clean up is that they're rarely in at the same time, so I can't get everyone together to clean it all up at once and get it over with. Instead, I have to go after each person like some cleanliness gestapo. The only mitigating factor is that they do manage to clean things up when I ask them to, but I can't come home and face this shit anymore.
I really have to vent here. I want to move out into my own studio apartment, but then I'll have to clean up the WHOLE place first, i.e. THEIR mess. I'm really tempted to just say fuckit and give up my security deposit altogether if it means I won't have to clean up the place only to have it revert to its chaotic state in a matter of hours, an act of futility that can only be metaphorically summarized by Wile E. Coyote putting up a tiny umbrella against a falling anvil.
Even though the first round of roommates was really nice and tidy, they will eventually move out, and new messy roommates will come in so that things will eventually degrade to this state. The Second Law of Thermodynamics holds truest - the entropy of the universe is always increasing, all will deteriorate to a natural state of chaos. If you cannot learn from example, then at least heed this scientific proof that you should never to live in a quad. Unless you enjoy cleaning up other people's messes.
Well, I'll just have to do the next best thing - incite an inter-clan feud between a bunch of ninjas.
Today has been one of too many times I had to empty out all the clean dishes from the dishwasher, because everyone else is too "busy" do so, leaving all the dirty dishes to pile up beyond the sink over to the counters. But this is only the tip of the dirty iceberg.
Like the rest of my roommates, the engineering guy is really cool personality-wise, but tidiness-wise, not quite so. But what really annoys me is how he uses our quad living room as a Motel 6 for his drunk friends, with whom he throws shit like instant noodle packages and Kraft Dinner cheese packets all over the place. I'd kick their asses, but that would hurt my relationship with the people I have to live with for the rest of the year. Also, they're too drunk to feel any pain, which would detract from the punitive value of an ass-kicking.
I know they all have to go drinking every weekend, but if they can't even make it back to their own respective place of habitation, a change in drinking habits is in order. We are already doing a good job fucking the place up, and we certainly don't need further contributions from outside parties!
The blond girl, she can be just as bad...as all of the drunk friends put together. It's nice that she bakes herself a cake once in a while (Bake, bitch, BAKE!! Mwahahahaha!), but then she leaves all the baking utensils, ingredients, and stains sacrosanct all over the fucking counter. Put her and the above together, and you have absolute bedlam; the living room would look better if an all-out rival ninja clan battle scene broke out in there instead. Hell, if one happened right now, the living room could only end up cleaner.
Finally, the opera singer is the least messiest of them - perhaps only because he isn't home much in the first place to mess it up. However, he still does leave remnants of his morning rituals on the kitchen counter to add to everyone else's mess, which would stay there until he comes home late at night - if he chooses to clean it up when he comes back.
Thus, what makes it difficult to get my roommates to clean up is that they're rarely in at the same time, so I can't get everyone together to clean it all up at once and get it over with. Instead, I have to go after each person like some cleanliness gestapo. The only mitigating factor is that they do manage to clean things up when I ask them to, but I can't come home and face this shit anymore.
I really have to vent here. I want to move out into my own studio apartment, but then I'll have to clean up the WHOLE place first, i.e. THEIR mess. I'm really tempted to just say fuckit and give up my security deposit altogether if it means I won't have to clean up the place only to have it revert to its chaotic state in a matter of hours, an act of futility that can only be metaphorically summarized by Wile E. Coyote putting up a tiny umbrella against a falling anvil.
Even though the first round of roommates was really nice and tidy, they will eventually move out, and new messy roommates will come in so that things will eventually degrade to this state. The Second Law of Thermodynamics holds truest - the entropy of the universe is always increasing, all will deteriorate to a natural state of chaos. If you cannot learn from example, then at least heed this scientific proof that you should never to live in a quad. Unless you enjoy cleaning up other people's messes.
Well, I'll just have to do the next best thing - incite an inter-clan feud between a bunch of ninjas.
posted by Cosmic Ocean at 5:39 PM
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