Evil roommate rant

I live in student housing, 6 students, 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a kitchen/living room. We've got 4 girls (two in the double room) and 2 boys. The two boys are slobs. Unrepentant slobs.

The girls in the double room and I walked in on the first day... stared at the disaster that was the kitchen, and immediately went out and got mini-fridges and hot plates. We cook in our rooms. The only thing we use the kitchen for is the sink (and we have 'kitchen only' flip flops for that purpose) and the recycling bin. The only thing I've ever thrown in that garbage is the occasional popcicle wrapper.

Yet, when the only girl using the kitchen posted a cleaning schedual, I figured 'Sure, I'll help out, if the kitchen gets clean then I can use it'. So, even though I don't use it, I have thrown out the garbage and wiped down the kitchen when I'm listed to do it.

Last night, at 4 am, that girl threw a hissy fit. Slamming doors for about an hour, and keeping me awake when I have to leave for work by 7 am. I was schedualed to clean the garbage today, but apparently it was full and she flipped out. Now, I don't use the kitchen, so I don't see when the garbage is full. I just go in on my day and do it. Needless to say, I wasn't please with the wake-up call.

This morning, when I woke at 6 am. I threw my own hissy fit. I'm normally very aware of how early I wake and am very quiet because of that. Today I cranked up my TV, slammed doors, and generally vented my fury. I had been tempted to leave my TV on all day, but managed to calm down enough to turn it off.

Any advice on what to do? She left a ranting note and so far I'm planning on writing my own basically telling her to go to hell. However... (and yes, I probably should have asked for advice before my own hissy fit, but I'm cranky in the morning under the best of conditions)... I think I need someone else's opinion on how to handle this.

been there done that.. remember everyone comes from a diff house and a diff background so your destined to get into it. I would have just sat her down and told her the second she started all that that the garbage can wait until the morning and if she feels as if its such a big deal you will be happy to discuss it for her before you go to work. I would have also explained the whole kitchen use issue and such.

You know, when women live together (or even just work together), their cycles start to match.

(I'm so going to be maimed and burned alive for that. Oh! There's the angry mob of women now!)

Men have cycles too.

But sometimes, no matter what sex you are, you can reach a breaking point.

Kiari, it could be that you and the other female roommates need to sit down and hash things out with the male roommates. Could be that your female roommate who is ranting was just trying to create some sanity in the midst of the men being slobs and that she really isn't mad at you just the situation.

Go out, have some drinks, and talk it out.

Then get housing involved and kick the two male roommates out.

Forget about cleaning schedules. Those are a good way to get suckered into cleaning other peoples shit up.

What I would do is a strickly enforced CLEAN YOUR OWN SHIT type of rule and maybe have your own trash can to use. This way noone can complain about having to clean up after real messy people and you wont have to worry about someone throwing a hissy when another doesnt get stuff done when they're supposed to.

My solution, back in the day, was to gather up the dirty pots, pans and paraphrenalia and deposit it inside/outside the bedroom door of the unrepentant miscreant. Of course, you have to be willing to live with roaches/mice while the lesson is forcefully and painfully learned. Some people are slower in learning the lesson being taught than others.

There is also the issue of health/disease. So, if you can't constitutionally (weak stomach) wait them out using this tactic, then you really have no choice but to go to the housing office and lodge a complaint (unless you think that there is a step below that that might have the authority to do something.

My solution took a week. Once the kid found a mouse crawling through his underwear drawer (whereI had stuck a dirty plate of his), he got the idea that I wouldn't put up with his shit. Oh, I had a lock on my bedroom door first... he didn't. At the end of the semester, the slob moved out...permanently changed rooms. Of course, I got a druggie as a repalcement, but that was a different story/problem and a different "solution".

get your own apartment.

i wish i could rant about my roommate but i live alone with my bf.

Can i rant about my neighbours then?

Oeh or better our landbaron.