Insane Roommate Drama from Hell...
My newest roommate has finally decided to reveal himself as the creepy, idiotic, egomaniac that he really is.
So first, some background info: My friend Cassie has been staying with me for the last few days. She is pretty.
Roommate Todd is thirty, but lied to me and told me he was twenty-four when I correctly guessed his age. (I got the truth from Rachael and Itay later.) This will give you some idea of how image-obssesed he is.
Roommate Rachael is awesome, as is Roommate Itay. Omid is Rachael's boyfriend, and he's leaving to move to Texas on the 25th. Todd, for some reason, seems to think this should not interfere with the dinner plans they tentatively made, gee, two and a half weeks ago.
ANYWAY, here is the email Rachael and I received yesterday.
"Please get back to me regarding plans on the 25th (assuming Omid will leave earlier that day forever). Ball is in your court if you want to link up.
Again, no worries about "double booking". I do find it ironic though since we just had that conversation about how flaky volleys are and they often ponder why their responsibilities at events are tapered. The event is in the avon area, but only an hour or so from aspen, and I thought it would have been fun to crash there and go out for dinner or brunch the following day. The race starts at 6am on the 23rd and finishes up by 5pm. Do these times conflict with your plans with Omid? Let me know."
(No, it's only 11 hours of work in an area that's a three hour drive from where we live, shouldn't be a problem at all... Anyway, it continues...)
"Lastly, I regret I lost my cool the other night with Itay as I am a big proponent of low drama. It had been a long day, and honestly, I don't consider Itay a friend. Trust is earned, and thus far, he has been unreliable regarding our interactions . I took on a job earlier in the week contingent upon him stepping up to learn auto body work which is artistic and difficult to pick up without proper mentoring. I clearly explained to him that he was getting paid for his time, and that the only reason I was taking on the job was b/c he could commit to doing a lot of the prep work involved. I am very busy with my own restoration project, but offered to help him out. He completely flaked and screwed me over--which is why I was coming home exhausted after a long night of work half of which he was supposed to have done. Then to boot, I was a good team player about giving him our sams club card b/c he needed to get some stuff for his biz. I too needed to pick up some wine, but nevertheless, gave him the card and some money to pick up a bottle. Again, he completely flaked, didn't call to let me know, didn't pick up the bottle, and whats worse, he spent the money I gave him without asking. Thats not cool, and is why I responded the way I did, I was pissed.
Hopefully, you can get a clearer picture of where I am coming from. I agree with you, I cut friends a lot more slack with stuff like that largely because the relationship is more founded. Itay is a roomie and our relations are a week old, and I really question his team player atttitude.
Nicole-- I haven't heard much interest from you regarding the event, and am assuming you have plans...if not, definetely get in touch, as your skillset would be very coveted by the admin there, and I would be happy to introduce you to the exec board. They rely upon grantwriting for millions in funding each year, and this might be a side gig you could do while still matriculated at Naropa or while traveling.
Again, no worries about the flaking...I appreciate the advanced notice. Stay insight...
Seeya,
Todd Towers"
Okay, first, wtf is up with this man's lingo? Especially this line: your skillset would be very coveted by the admin there, and I would be happy to introduce you to the exec board... Oh, and let's not forget Itay's lack of a team-player attitude. And who the fuck signs their last name on an email to their roomates?
Is this man a tool, or what? By the way, the whole thing about Itay is apparently bullshit, Todd gyped him out of half the pay he was promised and Itay told him he'd pay him back the seven he *accidentally* spent.
Anyway....
Yesterday, Todd left a message on his handy little noteboard telling Cassie to call him. She was like, "Fuck that," because the man creeped her out and she was too busy having fun with me.
This morning, before she went to work, she had a slight run-in with him in the kitchen. He said he had a job oppurtunity for her, and wanted to take her out to dinner to "discuss it." Cassie told him no, she wasn't interested, really. No thanks. "Don't give me your answer yet, just think about it okay?" he responds.
Then she went out to smoke a cigarette, and found that he had placed a pack of Nicoderm gum right in her pouch of tobacco.
You do not fuck with Cassie's cigarettes. Trust me on this, she will rip you a new asshole.
So she goes back inside and in that scary polite voice some people have, tells him that he's being rude and invasive of her privacy and she is NOT interested in his opinion of her smoking.
His response? "I don't think we should go out to dinner tonight,"
"I think you're right." She replies cooly.
Annoyed that she is not heartbroken at losing the prospect of spending time with his fabulous and witty self, he then asks her when she's leaving.
RUDE MOTHERFUCKER.
At least it's only two more weeks before I never have to see him again.
So first, some background info: My friend Cassie has been staying with me for the last few days. She is pretty.
Roommate Todd is thirty, but lied to me and told me he was twenty-four when I correctly guessed his age. (I got the truth from Rachael and Itay later.) This will give you some idea of how image-obssesed he is.
Roommate Rachael is awesome, as is Roommate Itay. Omid is Rachael's boyfriend, and he's leaving to move to Texas on the 25th. Todd, for some reason, seems to think this should not interfere with the dinner plans they tentatively made, gee, two and a half weeks ago.
ANYWAY, here is the email Rachael and I received yesterday.
"Please get back to me regarding plans on the 25th (assuming Omid will leave earlier that day forever). Ball is in your court if you want to link up.
Again, no worries about "double booking". I do find it ironic though since we just had that conversation about how flaky volleys are and they often ponder why their responsibilities at events are tapered. The event is in the avon area, but only an hour or so from aspen, and I thought it would have been fun to crash there and go out for dinner or brunch the following day. The race starts at 6am on the 23rd and finishes up by 5pm. Do these times conflict with your plans with Omid? Let me know."
(No, it's only 11 hours of work in an area that's a three hour drive from where we live, shouldn't be a problem at all... Anyway, it continues...)
"Lastly, I regret I lost my cool the other night with Itay as I am a big proponent of low drama. It had been a long day, and honestly, I don't consider Itay a friend. Trust is earned, and thus far, he has been unreliable regarding our interactions . I took on a job earlier in the week contingent upon him stepping up to learn auto body work which is artistic and difficult to pick up without proper mentoring. I clearly explained to him that he was getting paid for his time, and that the only reason I was taking on the job was b/c he could commit to doing a lot of the prep work involved. I am very busy with my own restoration project, but offered to help him out. He completely flaked and screwed me over--which is why I was coming home exhausted after a long night of work half of which he was supposed to have done. Then to boot, I was a good team player about giving him our sams club card b/c he needed to get some stuff for his biz. I too needed to pick up some wine, but nevertheless, gave him the card and some money to pick up a bottle. Again, he completely flaked, didn't call to let me know, didn't pick up the bottle, and whats worse, he spent the money I gave him without asking. Thats not cool, and is why I responded the way I did, I was pissed.
Hopefully, you can get a clearer picture of where I am coming from. I agree with you, I cut friends a lot more slack with stuff like that largely because the relationship is more founded. Itay is a roomie and our relations are a week old, and I really question his team player atttitude.
Nicole-- I haven't heard much interest from you regarding the event, and am assuming you have plans...if not, definetely get in touch, as your skillset would be very coveted by the admin there, and I would be happy to introduce you to the exec board. They rely upon grantwriting for millions in funding each year, and this might be a side gig you could do while still matriculated at Naropa or while traveling.
Again, no worries about the flaking...I appreciate the advanced notice. Stay insight...
Seeya,
Todd Towers"
Okay, first, wtf is up with this man's lingo? Especially this line: your skillset would be very coveted by the admin there, and I would be happy to introduce you to the exec board... Oh, and let's not forget Itay's lack of a team-player attitude. And who the fuck signs their last name on an email to their roomates?
Is this man a tool, or what? By the way, the whole thing about Itay is apparently bullshit, Todd gyped him out of half the pay he was promised and Itay told him he'd pay him back the seven he *accidentally* spent.
Anyway....
Yesterday, Todd left a message on his handy little noteboard telling Cassie to call him. She was like, "Fuck that," because the man creeped her out and she was too busy having fun with me.
This morning, before she went to work, she had a slight run-in with him in the kitchen. He said he had a job oppurtunity for her, and wanted to take her out to dinner to "discuss it." Cassie told him no, she wasn't interested, really. No thanks. "Don't give me your answer yet, just think about it okay?" he responds.
Then she went out to smoke a cigarette, and found that he had placed a pack of Nicoderm gum right in her pouch of tobacco.
You do not fuck with Cassie's cigarettes. Trust me on this, she will rip you a new asshole.
So she goes back inside and in that scary polite voice some people have, tells him that he's being rude and invasive of her privacy and she is NOT interested in his opinion of her smoking.
His response? "I don't think we should go out to dinner tonight,"
"I think you're right." She replies cooly.
Annoyed that she is not heartbroken at losing the prospect of spending time with his fabulous and witty self, he then asks her when she's leaving.
RUDE MOTHERFUCKER.
At least it's only two more weeks before I never have to see him again.