July 16, 2008
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Washing dishes.
The worst thing about living with my roommates is dishwashing. We’re all trying to find a balance between personal and community dishwashing. I don’t know what the problem is with my male companion in the house. He was on a cleaning spree in the kitchen when I got home from work. He was making a ton of noise and cleaning everything! I was afraid of going in there (on top of the fact that I want to kill something every single time I see him). I went to get a glass of water to cool down. As I was filling my glass, I noticed that he was only HALF washing the dishes. He washed the inside of the dishes and not the outside. He didn’t rinse all the soap off of the glasses or make sure the inside of a lot of the dishes were actually clean. When I had settled down to catch up on some Smallville, he went straight into my room to look for dirty cups. I asked him what he was doing just as he was opening Julie’s door. He knows better than to just barge into someone’s room. How can we trust that out stuff is safe when he feels it alright to just go into someone’s room and take something or look at something? He didn’t even think twice about it or ask if I thought it was alright. It’s rude and inconsiderate. This has become my pet peeve lately: disrespect for others’ property. It really isn’t that hard to just ask someone if you can watch that movie or borrow this book. It’s really not difficult to just ask and occasionally accept the fact that the answer is NO to that question and that there is no possibility of a yes.
It’s moments like this that I open iTunes, search for Kate Nash, and play “Dickhead,” because that is exactly what he is. I can’t even remember ever being friends with him at all. It’s strange how living together changes all of that so quickly.
On that note, I need YOUR help. Tell me about your horrible roommate experiences. Got any harmless pranks that my roommates and I could play on our amigo from hell? Nothing too serious, just enough to poke some fun.
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I had 4 roomates from the former Soviet Republic of Georgia. Cleaning was women’s work in Georgia, so they didn’t do it.
Eventially we got Giorgi to do kitchen work. One day I went into the kitchen and saw that it was uncluttered, though it still felt dirty. I looked in the cupboards and found dishes with food still on them. Apparently he just scraped the food off of the dishes and put them in the cupboard.
Then there is the roach clock story, and many others — another time.
BTW, no one flirts with you? I wonder why, you look pretty cute to me
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I always ended doing everybody’s dishes every night. Firstly, I always pick up on the smell that evolves over night so that just isn’t acceptable to me. Secondly, I’d always get yelled at for leaving the dishes at home, so it’s just kind of second nature to me to do the dishes after dinner.
I didn’t really mind, because that was probably the only part of my day where I could just focus on one thing and not have to worry about ten different things at once. It depends, though. If my roommates were doing something else that ticked me, I always gave them a piece of my mind.
As for a prank, a few of my friends got some toilet paper and decorated their neighbor’s bedroom with it. I thought it was a little clever. haha.
@SecretAsian_Man - I’ve done the bedroom teepee thing. It was a lot of fun (and a lot of work to clean up afterwards).
I don’t really mind doing the dishes either. I just hate it when they act like it’s my responsibility to do everyone’s dishes after I come home from a double shift at the hotel.
@believeordoubt - Thanks, I think.
Maybe they do flirt with me and I have no idea. There is one guy at the bookstore who flirts with me a lot, but I can’t tell if he’s just playing or if he’s genuinely interested.