posted on Mar, 24 2009 @ 10:30 AM
I can't help myself. I've restrained myself from complaining about my ex-housemate in the rant forum, but your offer is too tempting......
Where to start, well, besides he was a lazy little $*@*!! for most of the time he lived here and treated me and our other h/m like servants he's now
gone off owing me a shed-load of money.
He was sneaky, devious and deceitful. Even to the point of leaving the house and walking up the garden path to the vegetable patch leading us to
believe he was going to do the gardening. But when we went out to help, he'd gone. Beggared off somewhere thinking we were too stupid to notice he
was missing. It wasn't even as if he had to ask permission to go anywhere - he just wanted us to think he'd been working. Of course, we'd never
notice no work had actually been done.......
Then one day I saw him rinsing one of my dishes, full of caked on, several-day-old milk. He noticed me looking and actually told me it was a special
When I met him he was a librarian, so I thought he was a trustworthy, professional person. It turned out that he's an ex-rentboy. Well, I wouldn't
hold that against anyone, but I just never realised the mercenary mind-set of someone like that.
And now he owes me so much money, he's too precious to sell his assets. Grrrrr.
On top of that, he says he's being made redundant this month. I'll be lucky if he doesn't disappear altogether.
I've seriously thought of selling his debt, but I don't know any lowlifes to sell it to. Plus, I don't think they'd take it considering his lack
Oh, and on my recommendation, our other h/m let him stay in his flat in town before he came to the country. And he left the flat in the most appalling
state. He wasn't expected to do any dusting, but he left loads of plates of mouldy food lying about and didn't bother to clean the lavatory.
And after the electricians had been in there were no light bulbs in the light fittings. Guess who 'didn't have the time' to put them back?
Then there was the sofa I bought, mostly for the benefit of my dog. The poor dog made one end his own and used to snuggle there happy as a lark. But
Little Lord Fauntleroy used to get there first and refuse to move. It nearly broke my heart to see my dog milling around unhappy because he couldn't
have his special place. It took several heavy hints to solve that problem.
I used to keep quiet about a lot of things because I wanted a peaceful atmosphere at home and didn't want the h/m to feel uncomfortable here.
But the night I decided to speak out isn't one he should forget in a hurry.