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I just got back from a meeting with one of my roommate's parents, who came to see the house for next year on behalf of their daughter. When I asked them for a rent check for 3 days from now because it's due, they refused me, saying a lot of shit about how their daughter just got a concussion, she is not physically or emotionally well, and they don't know if she will have the support she needs here. Also, they made it clear that the rent was an obscene amount and they were going to have to try to find someone else. Actually this was all her mom, her dad was jolly and wore suspenders. So now they're calling our renter, Dean Brunner, and I don't know how the hell I'm going to get my rent. I just wish we had gotten a 2 bedroom because we wouldn't have to deal with the pain in the ass girls with their fucking room calculations and their mental problems preventing them from paying rent. And I hope that her parents understand that they can't just not pay rent because it's not going to be compensated for by the rest of us. Plus, I'm the one getting all the money together so it's my thing to stress about. UGH
And my other roommate (the one that decided to live with us so we had to get a 3room place in the first place) sent sara and I a 2 page essay on her estimates on the differences in room sizes, how to measure not the square footage but the VOLUME of each room, translate that into a percent, and multiply it by the total rent amount to figure out what is fair. Extremely condescending.
FUCK
I am going to let this work itself out, because I have way better things to do than stress.
On the upside, I'm making BANK at my $8.50/hr under the table job where I sit in a garden full of cats and read books for spelling errors for Clint Eastwood's nutritionist.
Peace.
And my other roommate (the one that decided to live with us so we had to get a 3room place in the first place) sent sara and I a 2 page essay on her estimates on the differences in room sizes, how to measure not the square footage but the VOLUME of each room, translate that into a percent, and multiply it by the total rent amount to figure out what is fair. Extremely condescending.
FUCK
I am going to let this work itself out, because I have way better things to do than stress.
On the upside, I'm making BANK at my $8.50/hr under the table job where I sit in a garden full of cats and read books for spelling errors for Clint Eastwood's nutritionist.
Peace.