My kitchen is filthy [Terrible Roommate Thread]
 

Backstory:

My roommate and his girlfriend caused some trouble and it led to the pair of them moving out. I wasn't here to supervise the move out cause I trusted him. Some of my things are missing, but that's not really the stand out worst part.

Every dish in the house was left filthy. I can't even begin to tell you how bad it is. My good wine glasses were left half full of milk, There was cat food in my GOOD china bowl (He took the cat), and the sinks were filled with old food instead of scraped into the garbage like they belonged.

And I saw the mess, felt lazy and said "I'm going to go to do all the work I have to do at my mom's place/Grandmothers place/ANYWHERE BUT HERE first."

Result: a month later, every dish is still dirty, and the smell is overwhelming.

I have an allergy to mold, and I'm pretty sure there's a severe health hazard to people WITHOUT allergies in that kitchen at the moment.


So basically what I'm asking is, are there any Torontonians that feel like lending me a gas mask?


I suppose this can be a "Terrible Roommate" Thread too.

Yesss, real life persona go!
 

Not being snide at all, but is this the same room mate whos girlfriend you called certain names a while ago?

As if not, I need to make a sitcom on your never ending quest to find the perfect room mate!

Not my personal roommate, but remember going to a person's house (which happened to be a student's house, you guys know where I'm going already) and the entire kitchen area was covered with...something. Rubbish bags, pizza boxes, beer cans; the lot. You couldn't even see the floor.

The worst part was that there were six of them in this house; one of them had a cat.

To be honest I've never had problem with room mates and leaving mess in the kitchen or bathroom (You can do whatever you want in your bedroom, as long as it isn't effecting anywhere else!) Maybe I've been lucky to have cool roommates in the past or that I'm kinda a firm/intimidating person on occasion.

It's more the sitcom answer, Corel. :P

Edit: Also, girlfriend is moving back in soon so there's more hilarious hijinks coming, I suspect.

I empathize. One of my old roomates moved out of the house when I was across the country going to a funeral. When I got back he had left the place a hideous mess but the centerpeice of it all was a full jug of milk he left in the living room. In july. Luckily it was capped, but it was swollen to the size of a beach ball. A beach ball filled with sour, fermenting milk. I picked it up to throw it away and it burst, covering me in the foul stuff. When I caught up with him a couple of months later and asked him about it, he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. Gah, just telling the story brings back memories of that stench.

wait... did i got it wrong or does it really seem like they did all that stuff on purpose?

Also, he took the cat?! Foul fiend!!!

Leave the kitchen like it is, this will maximize potential comedy when she gets back.

Edit: Poop on the floor.

Make a Winnie The Pooh joke.

Sometimes it's good to get revenge on messy roommates

When I was in the military, had one roommate that left her stuff messy the night before our room was to be inspected... I decided "fuck it. This needs to be done."

Then I discovered something disgusting on top of her room lockers: A used condom. After that, just took all her crap that was left out, dumped it on her bed, then made her come back in to clean up her shit. The Marine on duty even made note that I had to do that, and somehow convinced the inspecting officer to be extra harsh on her.

She ended up having to clean the squadron's hanger the Saturday after.

My second college roommate wasn't messy in the normal sense, but he never wore socks and then would walk around the room barefoot. The place constantly smelled like feet.

Also, he was a walking mass of complexes. He had a deadly cocktail of social anxiety disorder and next-to-nothing serotonin levels. That basically meant he was always in the room and I took the brunt of all the nastiness he could muster. This culminated when he actually reported ME to the school psychologist and I had to go through a ton of hoops to get a letter saying I was sane and not a danger to myself or others.

I sadly have no means of revenge. :( I have 2 friends coming to help with the kitchen tomorrow morning now, which is good.

Seriously it is a 3 man job, we're going to be throwing out some places just because of the pure 'wtf' of them. :/ I'm just going to buy new wine glasses, to hell with it.