Wasn't this the sort of thing I was trying to avoid by not living in a schol hall?
All right, time for an update on the roommate front. And this one's got me really fucking pissed off.
First, I wake up this morning and find that her door sign (the little name-tag things that RAs always stick on everyone's doors at the beginning of the year) has been moved from our door to that of the quad across the hall. That's excessively passive-aggressive even by my standards.
Then, after I got back from class, I determinedly ignored the whole moved-sign thing and wrote a polite little note to the effect that I was going to do my laundry and then bin the carpet, as requested. I had already rolled up the carpet in preparation for doing so, so I also wrote that we would want to sweep the floor before putting the new carpet down (the old carpet is starting to fall apart, and had deposited some dusty crap in its wake).
So I do laundry. I come back up halfway through to discover that the couch is gone; I ask her what happened to it, and she says she 'donated' it to someone else on the hall because they're short on furniture. Okay. Whatever. It's her couch, I've still got the inflatable Coke chair, and we can always buy a nice big beanbag or two or I could try and beg a couch off someone else, or even buy one myself, because I would still like to have one.
I finish laundry, haul the carpet to the dumpster, sweep the floor. I run into her and her friend Adam on their way up, loaded with Target bags, as I'm heading down to return the broom. I return to the room to find that she has moved her desk to face the window, probably not leaving enough room for a couch even if I should want to get one, her blue camp chair thing with yellow stars has also mysteriously disappeared, she's breaking out her brand-new Swiffer to clean the floor even though she JUST SAW ME RETURNING THE FUCKING BROOM so she knows I literally just finished cleaning the floor myself, and she has 'replaced' my nice big 10 ft. by 10 ft. CARPET with a 4 ft. by 5.5 ft. AREA RUG.
This has entered the realm of the vindictive, and possibly manipulative. One of the reasons I cited in my argument against splitting the room was the fact that it would require unbunking the beds, and with our other furniture there really isn't floor space to do that. So I don't know whether she got rid of the couch in order to increase her chances of winning a future attempt to push this plan through, or to remove all our guest space so that I can never invite anyone over here again, or both, or what... but I seriously doubt that she gave it away purely out of the generousness of her heart. I've tried to be nice, I've tried to be fairly easy to live with, I've been the one to compromise on practically every conflict of interest except the splitting the room thing, and it hasn't gotten me jack. And I'm sure she's bad-mouthing me to her friends and family, too, just like I'm doing right now... which is why, at this point, which one of us ends up dead mostly depends on who gets her hands on an axe first. It's only a matter of time.
First, I wake up this morning and find that her door sign (the little name-tag things that RAs always stick on everyone's doors at the beginning of the year) has been moved from our door to that of the quad across the hall. That's excessively passive-aggressive even by my standards.
Then, after I got back from class, I determinedly ignored the whole moved-sign thing and wrote a polite little note to the effect that I was going to do my laundry and then bin the carpet, as requested. I had already rolled up the carpet in preparation for doing so, so I also wrote that we would want to sweep the floor before putting the new carpet down (the old carpet is starting to fall apart, and had deposited some dusty crap in its wake).
So I do laundry. I come back up halfway through to discover that the couch is gone; I ask her what happened to it, and she says she 'donated' it to someone else on the hall because they're short on furniture. Okay. Whatever. It's her couch, I've still got the inflatable Coke chair, and we can always buy a nice big beanbag or two or I could try and beg a couch off someone else, or even buy one myself, because I would still like to have one.
I finish laundry, haul the carpet to the dumpster, sweep the floor. I run into her and her friend Adam on their way up, loaded with Target bags, as I'm heading down to return the broom. I return to the room to find that she has moved her desk to face the window, probably not leaving enough room for a couch even if I should want to get one, her blue camp chair thing with yellow stars has also mysteriously disappeared, she's breaking out her brand-new Swiffer to clean the floor even though she JUST SAW ME RETURNING THE FUCKING BROOM so she knows I literally just finished cleaning the floor myself, and she has 'replaced' my nice big 10 ft. by 10 ft. CARPET with a 4 ft. by 5.5 ft. AREA RUG.
This has entered the realm of the vindictive, and possibly manipulative. One of the reasons I cited in my argument against splitting the room was the fact that it would require unbunking the beds, and with our other furniture there really isn't floor space to do that. So I don't know whether she got rid of the couch in order to increase her chances of winning a future attempt to push this plan through, or to remove all our guest space so that I can never invite anyone over here again, or both, or what... but I seriously doubt that she gave it away purely out of the generousness of her heart. I've tried to be nice, I've tried to be fairly easy to live with, I've been the one to compromise on practically every conflict of interest except the splitting the room thing, and it hasn't gotten me jack. And I'm sure she's bad-mouthing me to her friends and family, too, just like I'm doing right now... which is why, at this point, which one of us ends up dead mostly depends on who gets her hands on an axe first. It's only a matter of time.