The apartment I have now is meant to be shared with 3 other people. (There are 4 total rooms with their own bathrooms, and a shared laundry room, kitchen, living/dining room & balcony) I believe that one of the rooms was unoccupied when I moved in May 2013, so I just had apartment-mate Tabitha and apartment-mate Sally. Tabitha was pretty friendly, but I only lived with her for a few months since she graduated the month I moved in and moved out shortly after.
Sally was also pretty friendly, but really weird. I went out with her and her friends a few times and we had fun, but she wasn't the type of person where I clicked with to the point that we could really talk to each other. She had a boyfriend back in New Jersey, but would have a best guy friend down here who would ALWAYS be over at the apartment. He was a nice guy and really clean around the apartment, so I didn't mind. He was also her puppy dog... Chris and I felt bad for him since it was obvious that he liked her a lot but was buried in the friend zone. Well, Sally was supposed to graduate in December 2013 with her Master's degree, but instead, in late NOVEMBER, she dropped out of school and moved to New Jersey.
Max moved in sometime before Sally left, so maybe around September. Well, he's over 30 years old, and supposedly wants to go back to school and just got out of the military so he was just working until he could afford tuition (I guess). Anyway, he seemed like a nice guy at first, but then he started stealing food and drinks LEFT AND RIGHT. I don't mean one slice of pie every once in a while, I mean AN ENTIRE UNOPENED HALF GALLON OF PUBLIX PEACH TEA. A WHOLE PUBLIX SUB. I couldn't stand it. I ended up confronting him about it and he was apologetic, saying he was drunk and didn't realize it, etc. Overall, he was just shady and his story didn't really seem to check out. He ended up getting evicted shortly after the confrontation because he couldn't pay rent, but supposedly had a job at Publix the whole time. I think he was spending all his money on pot.
Patrick moves in around the time that Max did. Patrick is an old childhood friend of Sally, and I'd met him once or twice before he even moved in. He still lives in my apartment and he's a sweetheart. He's clean, quiet, nice and respectful.
Brittany moves in in December, I believe. She also brings with her Kyle (they're engaged-- and even though technically he's not allowed to live in the same room, he does). Brittany finds out she's pregnant shortly after they move in. Both of them are nice, respectful, but also pretty messy. It's not so bad that it really affects my daily life, so I just learn to live with it. I've hung out with them a few times and they're nice people. They also still live here.
So at this point in time, in December of 2013, I'm living with Patrick (nice guy) and Brittany & Kyle (couple). Things are good. In February 2014, Lacy shows up with her boyfriend, Steve. They got kicked out of their last apartment, which was one of the buildings in our complex, so management thought it would be a wonderful idea to move them in with us. They seem like nice people at first. Lacy works a lot, and her boyfriend, Steve supposedly lives in Orlando, but comes and stays with her sometimes. Wrong. He stays with her almost 24/7, 365. He job hops, he's a big pothead, messy, annoying, loud, etc. (but still nice at face value) I see him at least twice as much as I see her. He's always watching TV in the living room because God forbid he stays in Orlando where his 3 year old daughter lives, or maybe goes out and gets a job. Actually, he has no issues getting a job (because he rigs all of his drug testing), he just has an issue keeping them. He's also been in and out of jail several times. A few weeks ago, he was gone for an extended period of time (what a relief) and it turns out he was put in jail for child support. No, not for his 3-year-old daughter back in Orlando, but for another child he claims is not even his, with another woman. To top it all off, Lacy announces that she's now pregnant with his child.
(to which a conversation ensues:
Me: Congratulations! ...Are you okay? (She doesn't seem remotely happy)
Lacy: Yeah, we just weren't expecting a baby so soon.
Me: Oh- can I ask if you guys were using protection?
Lacy: No. I had ovarian cysts so the doctors told me there was a chance I couldn't get pregnant.
Well, me and the other roommates get fed up in the coming months because they are messy as hell. Remember when I said Brittany and Kyle were pretty messy? They are PRISTINE compared to 7 & 8. Food splattered all over the stove, counters, dirty dishes sitting (UNRINSED, WITH LEFTOVER FOOD STILL ON THEM) in the sink for WEEKS, cooked food left sitting on the stove for DAYS (not being refrigerated or anything, and they still eat the leftovers...), spilled things on the tile, trash piling up/spilling over, etc. It got to the point where I would have a few drinks in the fridge and that's it- I wouldn't bother to cook because it was so disgusting and because there was absolutely no space to do so.
I decided to clean the kitchen ONE time (all their nasty shit and all) because it started to smell and I needed to cook dinner that day. Afterwards, I left them a note saying that this was the last time I'd EVER clean up after them, and that they need to be respectful of the other 4 people that live there. (Yeah, 6 total...) Of course, my message was left on deaf ears. The kitchen didn't stay even remotely tidy over the next day or two. We also found out, slowly, that they were stealing our laundry detergent, sauces (not just using it once or twice, using the entire bottle), etc. as well.
One night when I wasn't there, Brittany talked to Steve about how her baby shower was coming up and that he needed to keep the apartment clean for 2 days, just until the shower was over. The conversation ended up getting heated, and he stormed out. The next morning (I was at work), I get a text from Brittany, saying that her car window was smashed and sent me a picture. We all thought it was Steve- she left money in the car, which wasn't stolen, and it was just a coincidence that they had argued the night before, especially when we know he has a long rap sheet? Later that day, Lacy and Steve come home, and Brittany and Kyle try to talk to them about what happened to the window, and Steve just smiles and laughs. (Wow, I wonder who did it) So, Brittany calls the police. Lacy doesn't appreciate that, so she punches Brittany in the ear, all voices and everything caught on the 911 tape, and Steve shoves Kyle. Brittany and Kyle stay calm and don't fight back. The cops come arrest Lacy and Steve, they're in jail overnight, and the next morning they get out on bail, collect their things, and they've been moved out ever since. (It's been about a month now)
Yesterday another man moved in, and so far he seems nice and respectful.
My next-door neighbor, with whom I share a bedroom wall with, is apparently an aspiring singer/rapper (which is all well and good)... except he has his stereo's bass extremely loud at all hours of the day and night sometimes. There were nights where he would wake me up either singing, with his bass, or a combination of both, at midnight and then at 4 am. After I managed to get back to sleep, he'd no joke, wake me back up at 6:30 am.
My move-in date got pushed up a few weeks and I can seriously say that I am 100% ready to move out of this nightmare and move in with my boyfriend! (another nightmare? just kidding)
I know this post is a lot of information and is lengthy, sorry about the verbiage, I tried to condense it the best I could while still leaving enough details. Let me know if you guys have any questions! I'd love to hear how bad your roommates/apartment-mates are/were, in the comments! (:
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