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So as of yesterday I no longer live with the housemates from hell.
Two years I lived in a student house near Birmingham, UK. The first year really wasn't that bad - the usual piles of washing up left by the sink, but they'd never be there more than a week, occassional ant problem in the summer and a tatty garden. Thus, totally livable until around this time last year, when two girls moved out and two others moved in - people I'd known for at least a year and a half and thought I knew.
It started off fairly simply - I worked nights and would frequently come home to find that they'd left plates of half eaten food on the lounge floor - not fun when you return at 1am and just want to chill out for 20minutes before bed. This progressed to leaving it there for weeks upon end... and no longer on plates, actually on the carpet and the sofa's. Foodstuffs including soup... i.e. notoriously difficult to get out once it's there.
By this point I am no longer spending much of my time amongst the other girls - I was working afternoon/eveings/nights, and they were at university during the daytime. Come January I had quit my job (which was insanely stressful) and was spending most hours of the day on my computer searching for jobs, and spending the nights at my partners'. For Christmas my boyfriend had built me a new computer, but for some reason my wireless card wouldn't work with it, so it was wired into the back of the wireless modem - two of the housemates got it into their heads that my wired connection was stopping their wireless working, and continually pulled the cable out. I tried speaking to them, and explaining that unless I was downloading constantly there would be no reason that it would be... I even showed them that the connection was fine on my laptop to prove it must have been a problem with her laptop, but they kept doing it - they never asked, they just pulled out the cable.
By this time, they'd really been winding me up - every time I walked through a room I'd get stared at, and called all the names under the sun. They even changed their facebook status' to sarcastic comments and nasty digs at me! I moved some of my stuff out into my boyfriend's house and stayed there pretty much all the time. On the rare occassion that I went back the place was disgusting - the kitchen was covered in Jam (not helpful considering the ants) - it was even on the lightswitch! I sat down with the one housemate I still vaguely spoke to as she was using the laptop that couldn't get decent wireless signal. I asked to have a look at it (I sent the network for the house up, and knew it HAD to be her computer that was having trouble, not the router) and found that they'd actually been on someone else's network. I explained this to the housemate I was with that I was changing it. I even left a note for the other girls that I'd sorted it, like I said I could have done if they'd let me look at the laptop before (she told me her boyfriend had looked at it and was doing a computing degree... he's actually doing music... go figure). All I got was a highly abusive letter telling me that if I ever touched her stuff again she'd hurt me!!!
Two weeks later, at 3am one of the girls calls me, asking if they could have my keys as they'd locked themselves out. It was snowing and very very cold and I'm not about to let people freeze. One of them turns up at the front door - I hand them the key and ask her to put it back through the letterbox when she's done with it. At this point she's hurls abuse at me, swearing profusely and telling me I make her life hell! She comes back in half and hour and rings the doorbell excessively (waking everyone else up in the process) and throws the key at me, tells me if I ever go back to the house she will, and I quote "punch [me] in the face", and I've ruined her degree. Through all of this I stood there perfectly calm just listening to her going on and on, until my boyfriend came downstairs, told her to leave and shut the door in her face.
They caused me so much stress over a period of six months! I'm never living with girls again!!!
Two years I lived in a student house near Birmingham, UK. The first year really wasn't that bad - the usual piles of washing up left by the sink, but they'd never be there more than a week, occassional ant problem in the summer and a tatty garden. Thus, totally livable until around this time last year, when two girls moved out and two others moved in - people I'd known for at least a year and a half and thought I knew.
It started off fairly simply - I worked nights and would frequently come home to find that they'd left plates of half eaten food on the lounge floor - not fun when you return at 1am and just want to chill out for 20minutes before bed. This progressed to leaving it there for weeks upon end... and no longer on plates, actually on the carpet and the sofa's. Foodstuffs including soup... i.e. notoriously difficult to get out once it's there.
By this point I am no longer spending much of my time amongst the other girls - I was working afternoon/eveings/nights, and they were at university during the daytime. Come January I had quit my job (which was insanely stressful) and was spending most hours of the day on my computer searching for jobs, and spending the nights at my partners'. For Christmas my boyfriend had built me a new computer, but for some reason my wireless card wouldn't work with it, so it was wired into the back of the wireless modem - two of the housemates got it into their heads that my wired connection was stopping their wireless working, and continually pulled the cable out. I tried speaking to them, and explaining that unless I was downloading constantly there would be no reason that it would be... I even showed them that the connection was fine on my laptop to prove it must have been a problem with her laptop, but they kept doing it - they never asked, they just pulled out the cable.
By this time, they'd really been winding me up - every time I walked through a room I'd get stared at, and called all the names under the sun. They even changed their facebook status' to sarcastic comments and nasty digs at me! I moved some of my stuff out into my boyfriend's house and stayed there pretty much all the time. On the rare occassion that I went back the place was disgusting - the kitchen was covered in Jam (not helpful considering the ants) - it was even on the lightswitch! I sat down with the one housemate I still vaguely spoke to as she was using the laptop that couldn't get decent wireless signal. I asked to have a look at it (I sent the network for the house up, and knew it HAD to be her computer that was having trouble, not the router) and found that they'd actually been on someone else's network. I explained this to the housemate I was with that I was changing it. I even left a note for the other girls that I'd sorted it, like I said I could have done if they'd let me look at the laptop before (she told me her boyfriend had looked at it and was doing a computing degree... he's actually doing music... go figure). All I got was a highly abusive letter telling me that if I ever touched her stuff again she'd hurt me!!!
Two weeks later, at 3am one of the girls calls me, asking if they could have my keys as they'd locked themselves out. It was snowing and very very cold and I'm not about to let people freeze. One of them turns up at the front door - I hand them the key and ask her to put it back through the letterbox when she's done with it. At this point she's hurls abuse at me, swearing profusely and telling me I make her life hell! She comes back in half and hour and rings the doorbell excessively (waking everyone else up in the process) and throws the key at me, tells me if I ever go back to the house she will, and I quote "punch [me] in the face", and I've ruined her degree. Through all of this I stood there perfectly calm just listening to her going on and on, until my boyfriend came downstairs, told her to leave and shut the door in her face.
They caused me so much stress over a period of six months! I'm never living with girls again!!!