I feel the need to B!TC# and not sure to whom, so here it comes.
I'm trying really hard to mentally and physically settle in with my new roommates. They are filthy and disgusting. I confronted them about the entire place being dirty. There is random stuff strewn everywhere and their game systems may as well be just a pile of thrown about abused pieces of machinery. The floor is littered with debris, unused and broken cat toys, cat litter, hardened food, random bits of metal and I don't even know what - on top of all the dirt and whatever all the stains are. I trip over EVERYTHING when I walk around and heaven forbid I have to walk around at night - I can't go without kicking something of theirs and stubbing my toe. So when I confronted them about it, one exclaimed "This is clean! I just have a lot of clutter." Yeah. Right! It's FILTHY. Now, there's an overflowing pile of dishes (none of which are mine, as I diligently clean my few dishes the instant I finish using them) as well. One of them if not both apparently leaves their clothes in the washer for so long that they are hardened to a crisp, and *I* had to put their clothes in the dryer just so I could use it.
And tonight? There is no negotiation. The "head" of the household, as I look at her (she has been here the longest anyway), is really infuriating me. She's got her cuddly guy friend here (no, not boyfriend, just a guy friend, I walked in on them spooning on the couch). They're watching movies in the living room so I have to hide in the bedroom. She closed the door on me, and got huffy that I was doing my laundry cause it's barely as loud as the TV blaring. I can't even post up on the kitchen table where I might find an empty plug if I was so lucky, but I can't because the table is littered with so much clutter you can barely see a corner of the table itself.
Now, students are not supposed to have pets here. Apparently, the other roomie got her cat "OK'd" by the FORMER head of student affairs, because she was "home sick" and the cat helps with her "illness." Bullshit. Cats are no longer qualified as service animals, and it wasn't even worded as that. The litter box is FILLED with poop and litter ALL OVER the floor. And I swear it looks like someone took all the catfood and threw it all over the entire apartment. I've HAD IT I've only been here a week and already I'm wanting to hide in a germaphobe bubble. I also moved my fish to my BFs mostly because I am terrified that the cat is going to kill my fish. I would go to class worried the entire time that I would return to his little tank on the floor and Valentine missing. Already the cat's jumped on the kitchen counters and tore down a ton of dishes (thank gods the beast didn't break my favorite coffee mug). The new head of student affairs is a good teacher and friend of mine, he's taken really good care of me as a student and now in his new position. I'm going to go to him and ask him to check the files of the roommates and see if a cat was OK'd. And ask if he can take his time looking for CLEAN roommates with NO PETS. I don't care if it takes a couple weeks, and I know I just moved in but this is just unbearable. Student affairs usually does a "roommate match" but since I was going through a really hard time at home, he moved me ASAP and originally picked these girls because I was to have my OWN room but the other gal took it because she "felt it was deserved" and didn't tell student affairs like she was supposed to. I'm willing to wait and find the roommates I match better with. I don't even get along with these girls.
I know roommates aren't perfect, but with as many options as there are to choose from, it can't be THIS bad.
MAN that felt good to get out.
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