Roommates
In what I swear will be my last post for a while because I need to wake up early to drive back to Dullness (with my father, so he can drive while I sleep for a few hours, and then we can both sleep, and then I can drive while he sleeps. We both sleep a lot in cars) . . .
Reading Kate on her about-to-be-ex-roommate, I thought of my ex-roommate, S. At first we got along fine. I’m sure I did things that irritated her, but she never told me, so let’s move right on to the things she did that irritated me.
Her boyfriend (of 4 or 5 years) came up to visit law schools. So he needed his own keys to the place. So she GAVE HIM MINE. Just took them off my keyring without asking me, leaving me a note, or returning them to me. They “figured [I] wouldn’t mind”. Well, had she asked me, I wouldn’t have. But she didn’t, and I did.
She borrowed my towels. Which would have been okay, if she washed them after. But no. I had to root through her dirty laundry to find my towels. (When she moved out, she left one of hers. Although she left stuff in the basement to pick up, I kept the towel.) This really irritated me when I’d come back from a week away and ALL 3 of my towels which had been clean were dirty. And I kept them in my room, not the bathroom.
She took all my boxes when she packed, too. Again without asking. I needed those boxes for my stuff. So I unpacked her stuff and took the boxes left. Which is good, because I found some of the kitchen stuff which she’d stolen from me (though not all).
When she came to pick up her stuff, she forgot one bookcase (she said two, but one of the ones she was talking about was mine). She said she would drop by to pick it up (a month ago) but didn’t, and hasn’t gotten in touch with me since. I’m not putting myself out for her, so I’ll probably expropriate it. It’s worth almost as much as the stuff she took, in the sense of much less than.
I like my new roommate much better, although now we have a 3rd, which makes me somewhat concerned.