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I am really upset right now.
I've had issues with my roommates here since I moved in. Nothing major - as far as it goes, it's mostly really little annoyances - lots of random comments making digs at me, lots of implying that I cause problems/am super unclean (basically, if anyone leaves a dish in the sink overnight it's assumed it's me, when it's not). I get it - I'm the 4th wheel, I'm the new girl, and I'm very much not like them. But I've grinned and bore it, I've been as polite as possible and put extra effort into cleaning everything, I've made a point of taking the trash out frequently and trying to do my share of housework as much as possible (I rarely if ever use the common areas beyond the kitchen area, so I just don't mess with the stuff over there).
For back-story/relevant tidbits:
-The seals on the fridge are shot, so it randomly flops open all the time and is very difficult to shut
-There is little if any counter or cabinet space; I haven't been able to use any of the things I brought with me except for a couple mixing bowls
My roommate just had a "chat" with me at 1 in the morning and basically laid into me for being "incredibly disrespectful of everyone in the house" and claiming I'm stealing their silverware. They're missing a fork, a couple plates and a couple knives compared to the beginning of the semester. Not great but it's hardly worth flipping out over, in my opinion, considering they're of the $2-for-a-pack-of-10-at-Target variety. I don't know what's happened to it and I certainly haven't done anything with it (I already have a full set of flatware that's... you know, actually a decent set. I don't need to steal your $2 Target pieces of crap). They leave their laptops and jewelry sitting around the kitchen all the time. But of course I'm going to steal a crappy $2 butter knife.
I made soft pretzels last Saturday. If you've ever made soft pretzels, you know it creates a gigantic mess (like any bread making really, but with extra mess for the shaping-into-pretzels portion of the deal). She happened to walk in mid-pretzel-formation and yeah, it was pretty messy - the cutting board was covered with flour, I had a couple pans set out, measuring cups, etc etc etc. The sink was full of someone else's dishes, so I couldn't put the mixing bowl in there immediately, and there is *no* counter space; the oven was pre-heating, so the top was hot and it's a plastic bowl. So I set it down on the floor in front of the sink.
Apparently this was a problem. Apparently when she saw that, it was "so disrespectful it made [her] want to cry." Apparently *not* melting her bowl to a nasty lump is disrespectful now.
Note that all of this was cleaned up and returned to its proper place after the pretzels were complete. There was literally no trace of all this stuff post-pretzel. She just happened to see a brief intermediate step. Then she starts in on how she "found the fridge cracked open Saturday morning". Well... the seals suck. It's not that I'm intentionally leaving it open, if it was even me; I come in and find it not fully shut all the time. It sucks, and it wastes energy, but so far I've not had any food spoil from it. And it's not just me doing it; we all try to be as careful as possible, but sometimes it just doesn't take.
It went on for quite a while, almost an hour and a half, and generally I just feel like crying. It'd somehow be less upsetting if I felt like I'd done anything wrong, but I'm honestly really confused and hurt because I've put so much effort into being a good roommate this semester (aside from a few brief lapses, like the pretzel thing - and even that was fine).
I've now been told that I'm not allowed to use anything in the house for the rest of the semester that isn't mine, but I don't have space to store anything to use myself.
I'm trying to find a place to live and if I can scrape together the money, I want to move out as soon as possible. Which is still probably May 1st, but I really hope I can manage an April 15th, if only for my own sanity.
I've had issues with my roommates here since I moved in. Nothing major - as far as it goes, it's mostly really little annoyances - lots of random comments making digs at me, lots of implying that I cause problems/am super unclean (basically, if anyone leaves a dish in the sink overnight it's assumed it's me, when it's not). I get it - I'm the 4th wheel, I'm the new girl, and I'm very much not like them. But I've grinned and bore it, I've been as polite as possible and put extra effort into cleaning everything, I've made a point of taking the trash out frequently and trying to do my share of housework as much as possible (I rarely if ever use the common areas beyond the kitchen area, so I just don't mess with the stuff over there).
For back-story/relevant tidbits:
-The seals on the fridge are shot, so it randomly flops open all the time and is very difficult to shut
-There is little if any counter or cabinet space; I haven't been able to use any of the things I brought with me except for a couple mixing bowls
My roommate just had a "chat" with me at 1 in the morning and basically laid into me for being "incredibly disrespectful of everyone in the house" and claiming I'm stealing their silverware. They're missing a fork, a couple plates and a couple knives compared to the beginning of the semester. Not great but it's hardly worth flipping out over, in my opinion, considering they're of the $2-for-a-pack-of-10-at-Target variety. I don't know what's happened to it and I certainly haven't done anything with it (I already have a full set of flatware that's... you know, actually a decent set. I don't need to steal your $2 Target pieces of crap). They leave their laptops and jewelry sitting around the kitchen all the time. But of course I'm going to steal a crappy $2 butter knife.
I made soft pretzels last Saturday. If you've ever made soft pretzels, you know it creates a gigantic mess (like any bread making really, but with extra mess for the shaping-into-pretzels portion of the deal). She happened to walk in mid-pretzel-formation and yeah, it was pretty messy - the cutting board was covered with flour, I had a couple pans set out, measuring cups, etc etc etc. The sink was full of someone else's dishes, so I couldn't put the mixing bowl in there immediately, and there is *no* counter space; the oven was pre-heating, so the top was hot and it's a plastic bowl. So I set it down on the floor in front of the sink.
Apparently this was a problem. Apparently when she saw that, it was "so disrespectful it made [her] want to cry." Apparently *not* melting her bowl to a nasty lump is disrespectful now.
Note that all of this was cleaned up and returned to its proper place after the pretzels were complete. There was literally no trace of all this stuff post-pretzel. She just happened to see a brief intermediate step. Then she starts in on how she "found the fridge cracked open Saturday morning". Well... the seals suck. It's not that I'm intentionally leaving it open, if it was even me; I come in and find it not fully shut all the time. It sucks, and it wastes energy, but so far I've not had any food spoil from it. And it's not just me doing it; we all try to be as careful as possible, but sometimes it just doesn't take.
It went on for quite a while, almost an hour and a half, and generally I just feel like crying. It'd somehow be less upsetting if I felt like I'd done anything wrong, but I'm honestly really confused and hurt because I've put so much effort into being a good roommate this semester (aside from a few brief lapses, like the pretzel thing - and even that was fine).
I've now been told that I'm not allowed to use anything in the house for the rest of the semester that isn't mine, but I don't have space to store anything to use myself.
I'm trying to find a place to live and if I can scrape together the money, I want to move out as soon as possible. Which is still probably May 1st, but I really hope I can manage an April 15th, if only for my own sanity.