I hate my roommates!
Ugh, I was assured when the idea was hatched that the people we would be living with are "nice, neat, clean, and organized". Well after nearly two months, "nice" is the only thing that can be said about them.
This morning, I went out early to I to the bank. My boyfriend was gone, and when I got back, so was the guy roommate(girl might have been sleeping). I have been avoiding the kitchen even though I LOVE to cook and play in the kitchen. Thanks to them, I will rarely go in. This morning when I got back from the bank,, the pantry was open, the refrigerator was open a crack, two cabinets were open and the milk was on the counter surrounded by spilled cereal which was also on the incredibly dirty floor. I opened the microwave and there was food spattered all over it and the stove has been orange with grease for a week. Not to mention the frozen pool of hamburger blood in the freezer from their wonderful method of thawing it. They are idiots. Maybe they just haven't learned what to do yet. Maybe it is their locale and ingrained trashy instincts that are preventing them from being able I clean. I don't know.
I am NOT happy. Before I left for work, I dismantled the stovetop. I pulled all the burners off and took the pans out, and hid them. Petty, a little, but that stove is not going to be used until it is clean. Which will be after dinner time when I get home from work. I will clean it this time and then no more. If they can't be grown ups and take care of messes they create, then they are going to lose my portion of the rent when I take my snakes and leave. I am so frustrated. My nephews aren't even this careless and messy. I am so frustrated right now.
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