queens is a royal mess
so, i'm being kicked out of my apartment.
because i never have time to post, none of you have been privvy to the roommate issues i've been having. so i'll tell you now.
the apartment i moved into is a three-bedroom. there is one person's name on the lease. she's been living here for over five years. the walls are painted the colors she wants them. every common space--the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom--is filled with her stuff. the pictures on the walls are of her family members. that sort of thing.
i keep to myself around here. i'm way, way too busy to even be home most of the time, and the few times i am at home i'm either drenched in work or i'm catching some very rare sleep. so i really don't care what the rest of the apartment looks like, as long as my stuff gets left alone. in the bathroom, i put a bottle of lotion on the sink. just that.
every day, every single day for the first two weeks i live here, i go in the bathroom and find that my lotion has been moved. every day i put it back. every day it gets moved yet again.
it wasn't just the lotion. other items of mine--and there are very very few--kept finding new homes. not huge moves, but they were still moves. the final straw was when my TOOTHBRUSH of all things got moved. i live here too, you know? i pay rent. i am just as allowed to decide where things belong as she does. if i want my bottle of lotion on the sink, then it fucking goes on the sink.
as i mentioned, i'm never home so i never see either one of these girls, so i left a note on the dry-erase board on the refrigerator. it said, exactly: "i would appreciate it if you asked me before you moved my stuff. thanks. sarah." it didn't say DON'T TOUCH my stuff. it didn't even say DON'T MOVE my stuff. it just said to fucking ask before they moved it.
so later that day i'm in ikea with my friend, and i start getting all these text messages from my roommate. she's PISSED that i left a note. she's decided that leaving a note is very rude (which, i believe it says a lot about you as a person if you think it is rude to be told that you are being rude. that whole turning the situation around on the other person is very manipulative and gross). i'm like, do you want me to come knocking at your door at 2am? cuz that's the only time i'm home. she starts ranting about how she did me a favor for clearing off a shelf for me when i moved in (which, two things: clearing off a shelf for someone when they move in is not A FAVOR. it is COMMON FUCKING COURTESY. also, what the hell did clearing off a shelf have to do with her moving my stuff? nothing!) and gets all kind of irate and i'm like, you need to chill the fuck out. all i'm saying is to ask before you move my stuff, which is not a large request. it's basic roommate etiquette.
so i'm like "my roommate's a psycho but whatevs i'm never home so i'll just plan to move next semester." and i go on with my extremely busy life.
at one point she comes knocking on my door when i am actually, miraculously home. but i am in the middle of a collaboration and my collaborator keeps calling me and i tell her that if the phone rings, i have to answer it. she sits on the floor and asks me how the apartment is working out. i say "well, i'm never home..." and then the phone rings. it's actually a short little question and i try to motion to her that i'll be done very shortly, but she says "no, forget it, i'm tired" and leaves. i shrug and move on.
besides that short exchange, the only contact i've really had with her is saying goodbye if she happens to be around as i'm rushing out the door. an email about the electric bill (which i pay on time). that's it.
so, i'm mostly just annoyed by her control-freaky ways but i figure that we don't cross paths enough for it to be more than a little blip on the radar.
oh, how wrong i was. so i get up on tuesday morning and in my email is this:
"I have tried to reach out to you several times by email, in person and phone. I'd hope we could sort out what I hoped was miscommunication, but at this point I'm afraid we're not working as roommates. As per my sublet agreement, I am giving you 6 weeks to find a new place, which is until December 15th. Cindy and I will begin searching for a roommate and showing the place in 2-3 weeks. Cindy and I certainly wish you the best in finding a place that works well for you. Good luck!"
what else can i do but laugh?
cindy, by the way, is the other roommate. she's been relatively benign. she has a really lovely cat that i will miss.
i'm amused by the lie of her trying to "reach out" to me "several times." i'm especially amused by the fact that she is so outraged that i wouldn't bend to her will, over such a tiny thing, that she is willing to throw me out of the house over it. i mean, really? what kind of a maniac throws someone out because they asked them to use common courtesy?
so now i have to look for a new apartment, as though i had time for that. i was planning to move anyway, which is part of the reason why i can just laugh at this, but i was hoping to be able to look during winter break and move at the beginning of the semester when the schedule isn't so hectic. but no. time's a-ticking.
i would really like to move into a studio so i won't ever have to deal with roommate bullshit again, but my credit isn't so great (for reasons that aren't even my fault but that's a whole other story) so i'm afraid i won't get approved. what i need to do is move into some studio in a basement owned by people who just want some extra income and won't check my credit. there are a few of those floating around craigslist and i hope to grab one. my classmate is also looking to move, so i might get a two-bedroom with her. if i have to live with people, i'd rather live with someone in my program who understands my ridiculous schedule.
i'm mostly just annoyed that i have yet another thing on my to-do list. i really shouldn't even be writing this now; i have six lyrics and a short play due this week. apartment hunting is very draining. but i gotta do what i gotta do.
because i never have time to post, none of you have been privvy to the roommate issues i've been having. so i'll tell you now.
the apartment i moved into is a three-bedroom. there is one person's name on the lease. she's been living here for over five years. the walls are painted the colors she wants them. every common space--the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom--is filled with her stuff. the pictures on the walls are of her family members. that sort of thing.
i keep to myself around here. i'm way, way too busy to even be home most of the time, and the few times i am at home i'm either drenched in work or i'm catching some very rare sleep. so i really don't care what the rest of the apartment looks like, as long as my stuff gets left alone. in the bathroom, i put a bottle of lotion on the sink. just that.
every day, every single day for the first two weeks i live here, i go in the bathroom and find that my lotion has been moved. every day i put it back. every day it gets moved yet again.
it wasn't just the lotion. other items of mine--and there are very very few--kept finding new homes. not huge moves, but they were still moves. the final straw was when my TOOTHBRUSH of all things got moved. i live here too, you know? i pay rent. i am just as allowed to decide where things belong as she does. if i want my bottle of lotion on the sink, then it fucking goes on the sink.
as i mentioned, i'm never home so i never see either one of these girls, so i left a note on the dry-erase board on the refrigerator. it said, exactly: "i would appreciate it if you asked me before you moved my stuff. thanks. sarah." it didn't say DON'T TOUCH my stuff. it didn't even say DON'T MOVE my stuff. it just said to fucking ask before they moved it.
so later that day i'm in ikea with my friend, and i start getting all these text messages from my roommate. she's PISSED that i left a note. she's decided that leaving a note is very rude (which, i believe it says a lot about you as a person if you think it is rude to be told that you are being rude. that whole turning the situation around on the other person is very manipulative and gross). i'm like, do you want me to come knocking at your door at 2am? cuz that's the only time i'm home. she starts ranting about how she did me a favor for clearing off a shelf for me when i moved in (which, two things: clearing off a shelf for someone when they move in is not A FAVOR. it is COMMON FUCKING COURTESY. also, what the hell did clearing off a shelf have to do with her moving my stuff? nothing!) and gets all kind of irate and i'm like, you need to chill the fuck out. all i'm saying is to ask before you move my stuff, which is not a large request. it's basic roommate etiquette.
so i'm like "my roommate's a psycho but whatevs i'm never home so i'll just plan to move next semester." and i go on with my extremely busy life.
at one point she comes knocking on my door when i am actually, miraculously home. but i am in the middle of a collaboration and my collaborator keeps calling me and i tell her that if the phone rings, i have to answer it. she sits on the floor and asks me how the apartment is working out. i say "well, i'm never home..." and then the phone rings. it's actually a short little question and i try to motion to her that i'll be done very shortly, but she says "no, forget it, i'm tired" and leaves. i shrug and move on.
besides that short exchange, the only contact i've really had with her is saying goodbye if she happens to be around as i'm rushing out the door. an email about the electric bill (which i pay on time). that's it.
so, i'm mostly just annoyed by her control-freaky ways but i figure that we don't cross paths enough for it to be more than a little blip on the radar.
oh, how wrong i was. so i get up on tuesday morning and in my email is this:
"I have tried to reach out to you several times by email, in person and phone. I'd hope we could sort out what I hoped was miscommunication, but at this point I'm afraid we're not working as roommates. As per my sublet agreement, I am giving you 6 weeks to find a new place, which is until December 15th. Cindy and I will begin searching for a roommate and showing the place in 2-3 weeks. Cindy and I certainly wish you the best in finding a place that works well for you. Good luck!"
what else can i do but laugh?
cindy, by the way, is the other roommate. she's been relatively benign. she has a really lovely cat that i will miss.
i'm amused by the lie of her trying to "reach out" to me "several times." i'm especially amused by the fact that she is so outraged that i wouldn't bend to her will, over such a tiny thing, that she is willing to throw me out of the house over it. i mean, really? what kind of a maniac throws someone out because they asked them to use common courtesy?
so now i have to look for a new apartment, as though i had time for that. i was planning to move anyway, which is part of the reason why i can just laugh at this, but i was hoping to be able to look during winter break and move at the beginning of the semester when the schedule isn't so hectic. but no. time's a-ticking.
i would really like to move into a studio so i won't ever have to deal with roommate bullshit again, but my credit isn't so great (for reasons that aren't even my fault but that's a whole other story) so i'm afraid i won't get approved. what i need to do is move into some studio in a basement owned by people who just want some extra income and won't check my credit. there are a few of those floating around craigslist and i hope to grab one. my classmate is also looking to move, so i might get a two-bedroom with her. if i have to live with people, i'd rather live with someone in my program who understands my ridiculous schedule.
i'm mostly just annoyed that i have yet another thing on my to-do list. i really shouldn't even be writing this now; i have six lyrics and a short play due this week. apartment hunting is very draining. but i gotta do what i gotta do.