My room mates for the past year are total wads. When the girl isn't working she's drinking, popping xanax and watching cartoons or fantasy garbage and the boy just sits on his ass or lays in bed watching cartoons, playing xbox while popping pills and smoking pot. His disability application is in its third year. These people are older than I am but I cannot refer to them as adults because they cannot meet their responsibilities, and when they make an half-gesture at doing so they expect a cookie.
As my old man would say, you do not get a cookie for doing what you're supposed to do.
The room we rent is small and the roof leaks out of the air vents that do not work. We complained for months until we bought a window unit via craigslist and knocked out the window to install it ourselves (those old slat crank windows.) We got our own refrigerator as well, as the slobs liked to take our food from time to time (and lied when confronted.) We rent the additional screened in porch that's about the size of our room in exchange for mowing the large yard (if I didn't do it they never would), but it leaks so bad we had to rent a storage unit for our things after it began to storm badly in the past month because it leaks and floods.
We've had to throw out most of our furniture because of the cockroach problem, which persists anyways though not as badly as before, since we took care of extermination in our room ourselves.
We share cat litter duties, one week apiece between the four of us. They went one week and a half without touching the litter, dumped it and told us it was our week. We had left notes reminding them of our duties, notes ignored or erased from the whiteboard. When we neglect it for a day, we are given passive aggressive notes or knocked on the door.
Well, fuck them.
The other night we made a list of our issues and sat them down. The boy sneered and made comments and shot glares at us, but I handled the situation and told them of our issues, how we feel they never attempt to correct or help us correct them (they own the house) and finally, after the boy complained about us yelling (we're in a small room with two dogs, both full time students with part time jobs; tensions peak at times) I thought to myself "I just took out a fat student loan, I'm done here" and gave them the two months notice required in the rental agreement.
Now here's where I run into a problem: it is hard to find a house we can afford (we probably make about 1500 together) that also accepts animals. Yeah, here's the real issue: we have a large dog (~70 pounds), a very fat small dog, and six cats. No getting around it, we have six fucking cats. How did we get six cats over three years of living together? We're animal rescue volunteers, it just happened.
The problem isn't the number, numbers can always be fudged. The problem is a) finding a place in our budget (ideally 650-800), b) close to school and work (I have to bike; my car is broke, scheduling prevents us from sharing a car and bus system sucks) and c) finding a pet friendly place. It's hard to get all three because in our area most pet-owners let their animals trash places and there seem to be next to no rentals in our narrow unincorporated area within budget (currently 1.5 miles from work and 6 from school, don't want to move further than that as I'll be biking about 50 miles per week.)
We have one month until the money comes in to persuade a lenient landlord in an ideal situation to make exceptions and another month after that to move between work and school. It's exciting, but it also sucks dick.
Submitted August 12, 2016 at 08:16PM by alwaysupvoteTRUNKS http://ift.tt/2bndILq self
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