I always seem to have the worst luck with roommates. All of my roommates have been like shitty Chinese toys.
They are fun when you first get them. Then, after a couple months you get bored with them. Finally after about 6-8 months they just break. And you start thinking "Why the fuck did I pick them again?" One of them is good, one of them less so. Both suck at certain things.
Dishes and trash is the biggest struggle. Neither of them know how to load a dishwasher, a sad commentary in itself. Knives are pointing up, bowls everywhere. Water doesn't magically wash the top rack, it needs to make it there first. I basically am the only person running it, and unless I leave it open after cleaning, the only one putting them away too.
Today I had enough, the shitty one decided to leave a sink full of dirty dishes when she went away for the weekend. She came back and they were still there. I wrote a note asking her to clean them.
She cleaned her mess. And left a passive-aggressive note about how she is the only one cleaning the bathroom sink and toilet.
Because she totally does that 2-3 times a week...in addition to vacuuming, recycling, and unclogging drains. No I do all that and wait broke for her to give me rent a week late.
No wonder dentists have such a high suicide rate. I'd hate myself too if I were such a self-righteous bitch.
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