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I don't know what the fuck Karl's deal is, but I've decided that I just can't take it anymore. Does he REALLY have that much dislike for any kind of responsibility? Does he REALLY just not give a fuck about a damn thing in his life? Is it REALLY that fucking hard to lock the door and turn off the light when you come in at night?
Woke up this morning and did my morning stuff and went into the washroom to get Attila some food and noticed that the carport light was on. Again. Next thing I did was say a little prayer, "Oh please God, don't make me do this. PLEASE let the door be locked!"
Both the bottom and the deadbold were unlocked.
Again.
JUST WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!
I cannot handle two roommates. I can handle ONE roommate, even though I don't WANT any. But I certainly can't handle TWO roommates including one who just does not give a single fuck about anything in his life; where it's going, what he's doing with it and making sure that he doesn't piss off the people who are trying their hardest to help him. I mean.... HOLY FUCK, dude. I LET this dude stay at my house. He doesn't stay there because I asked him or I need a roommate. He stays there because he needed MY help. In addition to that, I ask that he pay a pittance for rent. One would think that he would do as much as he could to help out and make absolutely sure that he follows the few simple rules I have set. I mean... really?
Really, dude?
1) Doors must be locked at night and when no one is home.
2) Lights outside must be turned off at night and when no one is home.
3) If Attila comes out with you, call him at least every 5 minutes to keep him from running off. If you are incapable of doing this, or if you don't feel like it, that's fine. Don't let Attila out.
4) No smoking in the house.
5) Empty nasty ash trays often so they don't begin to stink or become an eyesore or get caught in the rain.
6) Use my appliances and tools but keep them clean and in their place.
7) Keep your bathroom presentable because that is also the guest bathroom.
8) Rent can be paid anywhere from the 1st to the 16th of every month.
So seriously, those are really the only rules I have set when living in the house. Of those rules the only one Karl hasn't broken or takes seriously is #4.
My mom came over last weekend and asked who smokes so much because not only was the small flower pot that's out there for an ashtray overflowing but the other ashtray he keeps out there was overflowing as well. Even after I had asked him the previous day to not let it get that bad. (Hint: Empty those disgusting fucking ashtrays right now and never let them get that bad again)
Of the 18 months or so now that Karl has been living with me, he didn't pay me ANY rent at all for the first 3 months (had I known he didn't have a job, I would have never let him move in) for several months after that, he would always give me the rent later in the month until I told him he had better have rent at least by the 16th and even STILL he often tells me he needs a few extra days. The rent is $300 plus half the utilities. Boy. I sure wish MY rent/mortgage was only $300.
So that's just it. Can't take it anymore. Poor Karl is content to be a fucking BUM, so he can go be a bum somewhere else. He's shown me that he has absolutely no care or interest in the world to shoulder even the simplest responsibility.
No wonder even his mom got tired of it and threw him out.
I feel bad for him and all, and I want to help him, but he is NOT my responsibility. I've got enough to worry about without having to suffer the consequences of his apathy and inaction in life.
The entire time Jerky lived with me before I think he might have left the door unlocked ONCE.
I mean come on. Is it really so hard to keep the door locked and the lights off? Is it REALLY that big of a burden? Do you REALLY have THAT much to do or THAT much on your mind that it is simply an insignificant thing to remember to lock the door and turn off the light?
REALLY?!?!
What it all boils down to is that Karl really just does not give a shit.
And so, as the homeowner who expects roommates (that he doesn't even WANT or NEED) to abide by his simple rules, I must respond in kind.
Fucking sad.
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Woke up this morning and did my morning stuff and went into the washroom to get Attila some food and noticed that the carport light was on. Again. Next thing I did was say a little prayer, "Oh please God, don't make me do this. PLEASE let the door be locked!"
Both the bottom and the deadbold were unlocked.
Again.
JUST WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!
I cannot handle two roommates. I can handle ONE roommate, even though I don't WANT any. But I certainly can't handle TWO roommates including one who just does not give a single fuck about anything in his life; where it's going, what he's doing with it and making sure that he doesn't piss off the people who are trying their hardest to help him. I mean.... HOLY FUCK, dude. I LET this dude stay at my house. He doesn't stay there because I asked him or I need a roommate. He stays there because he needed MY help. In addition to that, I ask that he pay a pittance for rent. One would think that he would do as much as he could to help out and make absolutely sure that he follows the few simple rules I have set. I mean... really?
Really, dude?
1) Doors must be locked at night and when no one is home.
2) Lights outside must be turned off at night and when no one is home.
3) If Attila comes out with you, call him at least every 5 minutes to keep him from running off. If you are incapable of doing this, or if you don't feel like it, that's fine. Don't let Attila out.
4) No smoking in the house.
5) Empty nasty ash trays often so they don't begin to stink or become an eyesore or get caught in the rain.
6) Use my appliances and tools but keep them clean and in their place.
7) Keep your bathroom presentable because that is also the guest bathroom.
8) Rent can be paid anywhere from the 1st to the 16th of every month.
So seriously, those are really the only rules I have set when living in the house. Of those rules the only one Karl hasn't broken or takes seriously is #4.
My mom came over last weekend and asked who smokes so much because not only was the small flower pot that's out there for an ashtray overflowing but the other ashtray he keeps out there was overflowing as well. Even after I had asked him the previous day to not let it get that bad. (Hint: Empty those disgusting fucking ashtrays right now and never let them get that bad again)
Of the 18 months or so now that Karl has been living with me, he didn't pay me ANY rent at all for the first 3 months (had I known he didn't have a job, I would have never let him move in) for several months after that, he would always give me the rent later in the month until I told him he had better have rent at least by the 16th and even STILL he often tells me he needs a few extra days. The rent is $300 plus half the utilities. Boy. I sure wish MY rent/mortgage was only $300.
So that's just it. Can't take it anymore. Poor Karl is content to be a fucking BUM, so he can go be a bum somewhere else. He's shown me that he has absolutely no care or interest in the world to shoulder even the simplest responsibility.
No wonder even his mom got tired of it and threw him out.
I feel bad for him and all, and I want to help him, but he is NOT my responsibility. I've got enough to worry about without having to suffer the consequences of his apathy and inaction in life.
The entire time Jerky lived with me before I think he might have left the door unlocked ONCE.
I mean come on. Is it really so hard to keep the door locked and the lights off? Is it REALLY that big of a burden? Do you REALLY have THAT much to do or THAT much on your mind that it is simply an insignificant thing to remember to lock the door and turn off the light?
REALLY?!?!
What it all boils down to is that Karl really just does not give a shit.
And so, as the homeowner who expects roommates (that he doesn't even WANT or NEED) to abide by his simple rules, I must respond in kind.
Fucking sad.
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