I'm currently apartment hunting and that eats lot of my energy @_@ but I really need a place of my own, I'm like 100000% done with having a flatmate... my 2 first flatmates were OKAY but this one is just driving me nuts... we've been living in same flat for 8 months and can you guess ho many times she's taken the trash out?
The answer is ONCE!
Well, one and a half times I GUESS because one time she bagged the trash and... left it on our balcony
thankfully it is winter so the many crows and magpies weren't around to notice it and tear the bag open, but holy shit. I recently did a test and used only the trash can in my room, so all the kitchen trash was hers
. I did this to see if she would take her own
trash out... and nope. She just started piling empty cans and packages on the tables,
instead of doing the reasonable thing of emptying the trash. Today I gave up and took the trash out. I feel like I should not be picking up the trash of person I don't even know
(flats and rooms were randomly assigned when I moved in).
I know, it's just taking the trash but it's one of the many annoyances I have to put up with, up and including her leaving rotting trash on the kitchen table
These days I mostly have to eat out or buy some shitty pre-made food, I just can't handle spending time in the kitchen, it just looks that horrible. I'm honestly surprised it doesn't stink. I guess I can count myself lucky.
And yes, I've left her polite reminders to keep it tidier, but if I ask her to clean up something, she cleans up ONLY the minimum amount and never the whole thing, so I've mostly given up now. She doesn't change her behavior. If I tell her to take those banana peels she's left to rot on the table to the trash, she'll do that... but next week it's old carrots, or apples, or something. It isn't working and I don't want to be that complaining flatmate... Besides, she is an adult. She really should not need to be told that if the trash bin is full, she could take it out, or that rotting fruit and vegetables should not be left on the tables!
I consider myself to be a pretty chill flatmate, I don't mind loud music, I don't mind occasionally picking up someone's slack in cleaning, I don't expect everything to be spotless 100% of the time and I don't mind if you don't feel like washing your dishes when you're still hung over from the previous night. But I have my limits.
I just want my own apartment, no matter how shitty or how small. This is driving me crazy and not helping my mood one bit.