My best friend went to study abroad, and my boyfriend and I of almost two years had split over the summer. So needless to say, all my apartment living plans had fallen through.
I live in an expensive apartment building owned by the university; the only reason why I live in it is because of a scholarship. Since I’m in a two bedroom unit, I would be receiving a new roommate before the beginning of the semester.
It is my senior year; I’m too busy, tired, and fed up dealing with garbage and attitude from roommates.
Enter the Bitch:
After hoping that I would not receive a roommate, I checked the housing website and found that I would be living with someone whose mailing address is within less than ten miles from the university.
I was taken aback. Why on earth would someone who lives in the area pay out this much for an apartment when they could live at home for virtually nothing?
I arrived a week before classes began and had already set up most of our fully-furnished apartment. I’m a rather shy person around new people and tend to keep to myself, encourage a quiet lifestyle and usually don’t make too much of a fuss. I also tend to have a very mild case of OCD that shows up mostly when I live with strangers. Because of this, I tend to like things cleaner than normal; I don’t do it just for me, I do it for a better, cleaner, healthier living environment for both of us.
She came with all her things the day before classes began. I felt awkward because her family was moving things in and I was too shy to make my presence known until after they left. Once her family went home, I greeted her and we just had some boring small talk.
I then came to know her as a Dance Team member that recently transferred from another university as a sophomore. All of her friends either lived in our building or near the building, her sister having her own apartment a few blocks away. We are completely opposite. I’m a nerd through and through. I’m not psyched about exercising, going to the gym, or eating like a bird. I then came to know that we don’t even remotely enjoy the same food (which to some people is prime). Again, we have absolutely zero in common.
She commented in admiration of how clean and tidy I have kept the apartment. Of course I then explained to her that I am kind of shy, I love peace and quiet, and I enjoy when things are sparkling clean and fresh.She seemed to understand that much. She explained that she loves quiet and cleanliness too, but she’s a people-person. I knew that the moment she opened her mouth.
The first night (Sunday), things went smoothly.
For clarity, I have a full load of upper level courses and I work over 20 hours a weekly.
It was Monday night, the first day of classes for the semester. Since I work until 7pm every Monday, and then I go to extra curricular activities until 10pm, and I had classes back to back starting at 9am, I am bound to be tired.
I walk through the door and the kitchen/living room is full of her friends, at least six people including her. They had paper and craft supplies over every surface imaginable. They were obnoxiously loud.
I made my dinner and hid in my room. The last friend didn’t leave till almost midnight. As a light sleeper, I of course couldn’t sleep until after the last friend walked out the door as voices carry easily and the walls in the apartment are paper-thin.
The kitchen was left in a mess. I ended up cleaning it the next day.
I dismissed it because it was the first day, she’s a socialite, whatever.
However she continued this process for a few weeks to follow. After bringing it to her attention, I received a prompt, “I can have friends over whenever I want.”
The Glaring Girl:
After an array of leaving dishes on the counter for a week and spilling soup into, and I mean into, the stove and refusing to wipe it out, I became her housekeeper.
Every Saturday/Sunday I would clean out the kitchen. Sweep the floors, wiped out the microwave splattered with her spaghetti, Swiffer wash the floors…
Since the dishes were left out so long, I would take it upon myself to either put them in the dishwasher, or wash them by hand with my own items. I deemed that act as “good faith” and hoped she would get the hint or try to do something nice for me.
Yeah, I would be terribly wrong. Nothing changed.
I had a newer friend of mine over for some dinner and some video games. The moment my roommate came into the apartment, she glared at us both, then went into her room. It was 7pm. I always, out of consideration of others, have my friends leave by 10pm. I have a “do unto others” sort of motto.
Since then, she refused to even say “Hi” to me. I would greet her and I would get a quiet, or tensioned response. This happened for weeks to the point where I gave up even trying to elicit a response from her. She would always glare at me, or stomp around the apartment, slamming cupboard doors. She would act the same around my own friends and ignore them.
In turn, I always made sure I greeted her friends. They eventually began glaring at me too.
The First Dryer Incident:
Over time, we developed a power struggle over the washer and dryer in our unit. We had a moment where she had items in the washer and I needed to wash my clothes.
I nicely moved them (fleece blanket and some sweatshirts) into the dryer, added one of my own dryer sheets and let it go while I washed my clothes. The dryer stopped, they were not completely dry yet, so I ran another short cycle. Once they were dry, I folded them nicely and set them on top of the dryer.
The situation reversed where she needed to use the dryer. However, my items in the dryer were still very wet (towels), and so she decided to take them out, fold them wet and leave them on the dryer. I was appalled that she could not simply run the dryer once more as she was in no particular hurry. Where is the logic in folding wet towels? Why couldn’t she do the same for me?
When I noticed how wet my towels were and that she didn’t even bother to return the favor I did her, I made sure her clothes in the dryer were completely dry, took them out, threw them in a heap on top of the dryer and put my towels back in.
The Final Dryer Incident - That Bitch Has Claws…But No Legitimate Excuses:
We’re back to the washer and dryer, folks.
My roommate had been hogging the washer and dryer most of the previous week, so I decided to wait. I became busy do to my work and class schedule and did not have the time to do it right away.
I picked a day in which I spent most of my evening cleaning up after her and doing my laundry. Well, since I had so much laundry backed up, I couldn’t finish it all in time for me to go to bed. I decided that since she had done a ton of laundry last week, that I would be safe to continue mine the next day.
I arrived back from class and prepared my whites to go into the washer. It was full of her clothes. A bit annoyed that she’d pick right then to do her laundry I wandered back to my room. However, I changed my mind and went back. I removed her clothes from the washer and put them in her basket sitting on top the dryer.
I changed my mind again, thinking, “Well if she did that to me, I would be annoyed…and maybe pissed off…” so I put her clothes in the dryer as any nice, logically thinking person would.
She came busting out of her room and opened up the dryer stating, “I don’t want all that to go in the dryer…”
Naturally I felt awkward and it was the first time she’d said anything to be besides “Could I please get into he silverware drawer?” because I was preparing food in front of it.
I replied, “Sorry, I didn’t know…”
She got irritated and told me how annoying it was that I needed to do laundry just then. I explained to her that I had not had the chance to finish my laundry the night before and that after the previous week, frankly it was my turn.
She flustered for a while and then asked, “Why can’t you just wait?”
I replied as I headed back to my room, “I can’t wait all day…” My reasoning? She’s notorious for taking extended periods of time to do things. For example, emptying the dishwasher. The average person emptying at a slow pace would take no more than five minutes; it takes her over an hour.
She raised her voice even more so and shouted, “BUT I’M RIGHT HERE!” As in, she is in the apartment, not elsewhere.
I replied, “Why are you shouting…?”
Still crouched by the dryer, digging through what she wanted in and what she wanted out, steaming out the ears, she yelled again, “Why are you doing this?! You’re being rude!”
I replied by just shrugging and stated, “Sorry, but it’s still my turn…I seriously have no clothes. I really need to finish washing my stuff.”
She then spouted off some random, unrelated things, and then I explained to her all what I do for the apartment and her. She just nodded along sarcastically like she didn’t believe me. I mentioned the sorry state of the microwave and she chimed in saying, “I wiped it out today!”
All I could say to that was, “Well that’s nice…” I went into my room to let her stew in front of the dryer. Funny thing is….she hadn’t wiped out anything all year. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I wait two days after she has done laundry, just to be sure she is completely done.
I was wrong to believe that my roommate could think of others before herself.
I was wrong to believe that my roommate would say “no problem” or “you’re welcome” after I sincerely thanked her for taking out the garbage. I know she heard; she completely ignored me.
I was wrong to believe that my roommate would realize that I need eating utensils too; she hoarded them in her room.
I was wrong to believe that my roommate would recognize all the things I do for her on a daily basis.
I take time out of my schedule to do these nice things and I get nothing but sass and glares in return.
Overall, I hate living with snobby, rich girl, self-absorbed strangers. I’m just done. The three years I spent living in the dorms were never this bad or frustrating.
One thing I’m glad about? At least she doesn’t have a boyfriend.