Why I Need to Move Out of a Place I Live in Practically for Free: A Brief Study
So in this economy, finding a job is hard enough...but finding a place to live thats not at home with Ma and Pa when your broke and fresh from college is just as hard. So why, when I have discovered the cornucopia of post-grad living would I want to leave? Good questions says I.
I moved in with friends of mine, a married couple with a toddler, in January. Since then, aside from graduating, helping cook, and buying my own groceries from time to time, they havnt charged me rent. This is delightful and I will be eternally grateful to them for the rest of my life. But I need to leave ASAP now that I have a job and I can plan on budgeting to move out. Here is why:
When you come up from the first floor to the landing, this is what you see:
My room is to the left with the door open, and the bathroom is straight ahead. Don’t see anything to complain about? See that brown thing to the right by the bookshelf?
Why, its just a baby change station, says you. Yes, but you havnt seen what it comes with.
THAT, dear friends, is an accumulation of diapers from where they change their 3 year old and leave the diapers. Think THAT’S bad? Check out this little gem:
The bag that the arrow is pointing to is a bag of a shit covered diaper. It was so bad Mama Bear had to wake up Papa Bear to get her a plastic bag and reinforcements to help with the changing. It took 12 wipes, a bag, and two diapers. That right there? Is from a WEEK AGO. Which is bad enough, if it wasn’t for this:
Yep. That’s a diaper genie. With a diaper on top of it. With the new bags next to it, still in a box. So its not just plain laziness, its sheer, complete, and total laziness.
Anyone blame me for wanting to move?
(And for what its worth, I was told before I moved in that unless I’m babysitting, I don’t have to take care of the kids diapers)
X-posted to my own journal.
I moved in with friends of mine, a married couple with a toddler, in January. Since then, aside from graduating, helping cook, and buying my own groceries from time to time, they havnt charged me rent. This is delightful and I will be eternally grateful to them for the rest of my life. But I need to leave ASAP now that I have a job and I can plan on budgeting to move out. Here is why:
When you come up from the first floor to the landing, this is what you see:
My room is to the left with the door open, and the bathroom is straight ahead. Don’t see anything to complain about? See that brown thing to the right by the bookshelf?
Why, its just a baby change station, says you. Yes, but you havnt seen what it comes with.
THAT, dear friends, is an accumulation of diapers from where they change their 3 year old and leave the diapers. Think THAT’S bad? Check out this little gem:
The bag that the arrow is pointing to is a bag of a shit covered diaper. It was so bad Mama Bear had to wake up Papa Bear to get her a plastic bag and reinforcements to help with the changing. It took 12 wipes, a bag, and two diapers. That right there? Is from a WEEK AGO. Which is bad enough, if it wasn’t for this:
Yep. That’s a diaper genie. With a diaper on top of it. With the new bags next to it, still in a box. So its not just plain laziness, its sheer, complete, and total laziness.
Anyone blame me for wanting to move?
(And for what its worth, I was told before I moved in that unless I’m babysitting, I don’t have to take care of the kids diapers)
X-posted to my own journal.