So I asked a few people if they knew anyone who wanted flatmates, and my cousin piped up and said Yes, me and my boyfriend will move in with you. So they've been here for um... well nearly a week and a half now, and there are boxes and stuff everywhere. I got home last night to dirty dishes, which I did, then I cooked tea, then I did more dishes because god knows if you work part-time you haven't got time to do housework. Fuck I am going mental. I hate what they have done to my cute little house. Its a tip, a bombsite, and freakin rubbish dump. Grrrr. You can go away now. |
Put all of their boxes in their room and forbid them to remove any unless they are putting something away. Carry a long sharp knife at all times to reinforce your position. |
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i once threw my old roommate john out. while he was there, i started removing his things from the house and placing them out on the curb. and that was that. |
Having roommates is a touchy situation, but there has to be some way to peacefully cohabitate (sp?). I wish you luck. |
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"did a runner" "flatmate" "tip" make me giggle. i hear ya. Our house was sold, and we had to be out by May 1st. My housemates fucked me in the ass. No-one cleaned *anything* before they left, so i was there at 3am dumping the entire rotting contents of the fridge. I felt bad doing it, but what am i going to do with 2 pounds of chicken at 3am? So gross. I've never thrown out that much food, and i hope i never have to again. If i didn't clean the place, the real estate company was going to charge us $150. But i kept all the cool things they forgot, so i have a new toaster oven, a Yoda doll, a sweet Mucha calender that i wanted to steal anyway, and some realy high-quality steak knives. I had to throw out a lot of steak, too. And bongs. Lots of bongs. living with people sucks. Buy a whip. |
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Rach, you will be fine as long as you respect shared space :) |
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