Roommates

So, over the last year and a half, I've come to the conclusion that I hate roommates. Well, maybe not all roommates. Just the 6 that I've had, minus 1. Yes, I know hate is a strong word, but it's true.

Now, I know that I live in an apartment with 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, so we all have our own space, except the kitchen, the living room/dining room, and the laundry room. The kitchen is where a lot of the problems start. Ya know, who's going to take out the trash, who's NOT going to recycle because they're too damn lazy (which PISSES me off), who's going to unload the dishwasher, and who's going to decide NOT to clean up their crumbs that they leave on the counter.

And then we have the biggest thing of all: the thermostat. I had problems with it last year, and I STILL have problems with it this year.

Last year, my 3 roommates were always HOT. Always. Even when it was -20 degrees, they were still hot. So, what do they decide to do? Oh, let's turn on the air conditioning. Yeah, I know. The AIR CONDITIONING! Who does that!? So, we went on and on, having thermostat wars, with me turning the heat up (and actually having to get a small heater for my room), them turning it down, and finally I just HAD to say something. Actually, I did quite a few times. And what was the result? Well, I was the bitch of the apartment because I was trying to control everything and I was selfish. Excuse me, you aren't the only people living here. Compromise, people, compromise.

So, this year, all 3 of my roommates are always COLD. Usually, I am the one who is always cold. Always. I bitch about it enough that people probably want to kill me. But, who could be cold when it's 76 degrees in the apartment?! Truly, 76 degrees. I walk into the apartment one night, feel that it's not normal, look at the thermostat, and it's set to 76 degrees. That is RIDICULOUS.

And today, which prompted this post, I get that same not normal feeling coming from the vent, look at the thermostat, and what does it say, but 80 degrees! Not 76. 80! Who does that!? Add to that the fact that it's 60 degrees outside today. So, we've again been having thermostat wars and I've spoken to the roommates about it. Nothing's changed. Oh, but it gets worse.

I guess people are afraid of me or something because Post-It notes began to appear on the thermostat last quarter from the roommate next door to me. No, she can't come over and knock on my door to talk to me. She has to be passive aggressive and talk to me through a note, telling me to close my vent because other people besides me live here and they're cold. Uh, please. So, being the person that I am, I said "What the hell, I'll put a Post-It note right back up there and tell her it's not going past 70 degrees." Needless to say that the thermostat stayed there. And it stayed there for 6 weeks over winter break because they weren't here.

But, they came back today, and wouldn't you know that everything was back to again. The war had begun, and I played the Post-It note game, saying that setting it on 80 is RIDICULOUS, and it will not be more than 70 degrees in here. A few minutes later, I go out to the kitchen and there's a note on my door. Oh, this ought to be good, I thought. Basically what it said was that I want to control everything in this apartment and that she won't fight with me because, thankfully, I will be gone next quarter. Truly, that's what it said. I just laughed.

I'm never going to see these people again after this quarter, so I could give two shits what they think about me. It can't come soon enough. Good riddance! Goodbye!