Roommate Ettiquete!!!

THis is therapeutic.

in 18 months, we have had the phone shut off three times. the power shut off twice.

we have been served papers three times from the civil court threatening eviction if we dont pay our rent.


its the 7th of november, we just paid october rent on tuesday.



you could say 100 percent of it is not my fault.

my roommate is depressed. he mopes around all day. he hangs out in my room and says nothing. he lies face down on his bed for hours.



wait. i gotta go. someone is looking over my shoulder....

 

that's awesome!! some of my buddies from NYC say that and it's cool 'n all, but a friend of mine down here at SWT thought he'd be cool if he started ended his conversations w/ "one", he even ended his voicemail message w/ it.

so we'd call and leave him messages just to let him know how gay he was and - within days - he removed it from his vocabulary.

 

Nomar - have you ever sat down with him and explained what annoys you? I had a similar experience in college although it didnt get fixed until we learned to communicate our problems to each other. We started out by sitting down once a week and telling the other what was pissing us off and then work on resolutions. After a few months of this we were best friends and I still talk to him after being out of college 13 years.........give it a shot and if it doesnt work call Ref or Anti

 

wow i'm so happy i'm out of the rooommate phase of my life. i always had my own room in every apartment in college... but my freshman year in a dorm with a roommate was not to fun and you brought back some annoying memories!

 

I feel your pain, nomar.

My freshman roommate in college was terrible. He was this guy from Russia with a personality that was half Yakov Smirnoff (only more annoying) and half Balkie from Perfect Strangers. Coming from an ex-communist country, he sure did act like he was raised a commie. Once we moved in, everything that was mine instantly became his as well. TV, fridge, computer, you name it, he used it. When I had a paper to write on my computer, he was playing Civilization or chatting on IRC. When I was watching a TV show, he would make snide comments and suggest an alternate show he liked. When I was trying to sleep, he wouldn't even TRY to be considerate and quiet. By the end of the year, we loathed each other. He tried to talk smack about Texas ALL the time, despite never setting foot there. So, anytime he insulted me, I would always say, "Oh yeah? Well at least I don't have to stand in line for bread." That usually shut him up good. God, how I HATED him. From sophomore year on, I never lived in a dorm again.

 

I am still rolling on the floor from that!

 

Oh, b****, b**** b****!

Just wait until you get married...You'll be BEGGING for an annoying Pakistani roommate...

 

I had 4 roommates my freshman year, 2 in the fall and 2 in the spring.

In the fall, I went to Tennessee Tech and I wanted to room with one of the guys I went to high school with, but they all thought it would be a bad idea if we roomed together because it could damage our friendship. So, we all roomed with strangers, and for the most part hated our roommates. The first roommate I had at Tech was this rednecky farm guy who was trying to walk on the football team as the, get this, punter!

The only good thing is that he was gone a lot! However, one night, he was out who knows where and the phone rings. I'm a very light sleeper, so of course, it woke me up. I looked at my clock and it was 1 freaking o'clock in the morning. I, groggily, answered the phone and heard this high-pitched twangy voice say "Is Sean there?" It was his damn trailer park trash girlfriend who was like a sophomore in high school calling! I said, "No, he is not here right now (and wanting to say 'Do you not know what time it is?')." She said, "Well could you tell him that Shandra called?" I was like yea whatever. So, I hang up the phone and TRY to fall back asleep. I have finally entered into a deep slumber when I heard the damn phone ring again! This time it was like 3:30 in the morning! I looked around and "Sean" still hadn't gotten his ass back in the room. Meanwhile, the phone kept ringing and ringing, so I had to answer it to get it to stop. I answered and said, "Hello (really wanting to kill whoever this was)." Once again, I heard the twang.."Is Sean there?" That is when I lost it...I said, "Look, he is not here. I don't know where he is, but I'll make sure to tell him that you called? Mmmkay??"

That whole episode pissed me off so much that I turned the ringer off starting the next night. Well, "Sean" finally realized that (he finally decided to come back to the room) and started berating me about it. I told him, "Dude, if your high school girlfriend wouldn't call her at 3 f*cking o'clock in the morning, maybe the ringer would be on!" He acted like he wanted to bow up at me or something like that, but nothing ever happened. He, fortunately, moved out a couple of days later. The guy who replaced him was so MUCH better, even though he was dumb as a rock. Unfortunately, I had already decided to transfer after the semester to MTSU.

So, I get to MTSU to start the spring semester and my roommate is this guy from Thailand named Suchai Chatchisucha (or something like that), but he went by "Ken". Why Ken, I have no earthly idea. Ken was like the rednecky guy in that he was gone all the time; however, Ken liked getting up around 5 in the morning and had a very loud alarm clock. He also could barely speak any English whatsoever, so conversations with him were awkward and very limited. I remember one day coming back to the room and one of the rare times, he was in the room. He looked real excited to see me and came up to me and said in his thick accent..."Ahh, got message for you." I was like "Oh really, Ken? What was it?" He said, "Your friend Cray called." He meant my friend, Clay. I said, "Cray called? Who's Cray" because I didn't understand him at first. He looked at me with some puzzlement and said, "No, no, no. Not Cray, CRAY!! "

However, he must have thought that getting up so early was pissing me off because I came back to the room one day and found him packing all his things. I asked him what he was doing and all he would say is "Get up early...move out." So, he left and for like 2 weeks I was in heaven because I had no roommates. But they forced me out to move in with this other guy who had no roommate for consolidation purposes. This guy was the worst one yet...a complete prick who thought he was the second coming of Vanilla Ice. He even went so far to accuse me of getting his VCR stolen (he claimed that I left the window open and that someone had broken into the room and stole his VCR but yet didn't touch his huge TV or stereo system..). This guy would get up in the morning and turn on the radio and then leave or he would watch TV as I was trying to sleep. I tried being nice but he would always smart off, so one day I lost it. I pretty much told him that I was about to clean his clock if he didn't turn off his radio. He dared me to hit him, but I didn't because I was half-asleep; however, I had had enough and I told my parents to give me the money to move back into my old room as a private room, i.e. NO ROOMMATES. As, I was leaving with all my stuff, I told him, "See ya in hell, *******!" He got real belligerant and yelled for me to come back and say that to his face. I did come back and got up in his face. He started to dare me to hit him, but I said, "Eh, you ain't worth my time," and I walked off. He screamed profanities at me, and for a while, I was very scared that this crazy was going to try to ambush me, but it never happened, thankfully.

After this first year, I didn't really have the problems, but I had gotten a private room again by my 2nd semester of my junior year & by my senior year, I was commuting.

 

My wife is my roommate and I know she won't read this so I'll share this little b**** I have with her...

She doens't know how to shut things and I have to go behind her or deal with stale food, etc.

Bag of chips, opened but never shut.
Box of cerial, opened but never shut.
Spices, top off, used for cooking, never closed, lid now missing.
Bottle of Rum, opened, lid now missing
Microwave door, open after food removed, door still open
2 liter Diet coke, opened, 1 glass poured, left open, now flat.

Whats a man to do?

 

I think i found something i like about NOMAAAAHHHHHH

HIS ROOMMATE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Does your roommate thing Eminem is gay too???


Rocket River
LMAO

 

My wife is my roommate and I know she won't read this so I'll share this little b**** I have with her...

She doens't know how to shut things and I have to go behind her or deal with stale food, etc.

Bag of chips, opened but never shut.
Box of cerial, opened but never shut.
Spices, top off, used for cooking, never closed, lid now missing.
Bottle of Rum, opened, lid now missing
Microwave door, open after food removed, door still open
2 liter Diet coke, opened, I glass poured, left open, now flat.

Whats a man to do?

 

Take a paperclip....or better yet, a needle....and insert it under the blade of your razor (I'm assuming it's disposable). Then, slightly torque the paperclip upwards. This will bend the blade upwards slightly at the point of contact.

Leave the razor laying around in the bathroom, but make sure you don't use it.

After he carves a groove in the side of his face, he probably won't use your razors again.

Buy yourself some itching powder at a joke/magic shop (or on the Internet) and coat several Q-tips liberally. Leave them out, but don't use them!

Is his TV new enough to have a remote? You can buy a universal remote for under ten dollars. Hide it well, but somewhere where you can easily take it to bed with you. He'll get the hint, eventually.

Christmas is coming. Buy him some deodorant and some cheap cologne and wrap it nicely in some Christmas wrapping paper. This should be especially insulting to someone who is more than likely, not Christian.

GET YOURSELF A STEREO! If you don't already have one. Whether you like the music or not, play lots of Queen, George Michael, Elton John, Mellisa Ethridge, George Jones, Hank Williams, and any other REALLY country type music. When he calls you out on it, propose a truce....perhaps when you are both in the room, you can listen to something you both enjoy....or nothing at all. Suggest he buy some headphones if he doesn't like that idea.

 

Nomar, the truly annoying aspects of your roommate have nothing to do with him being non-white. Basically, you have someone who is either obliviously inconsiderate or purposely insensitive, and I'm afraid you'd find these characteristics among all ethnicities.

My advice is to immediately speak up when your roommate is doing something that irritates you. For example, if you see him leaving his candy wrappers, ask him "Are you saving that for something in particular?" Or if you know he's cutting his hair, go into the bathroom as soon as he's done and say "Hey, you left your hair behind - come and get it." Don't wait and then try to have a "talk" with him later - it won't register and nothing will change. And if you don't want him using your stuff, get a locker trunk, put your stuff in it and lock it up. If he asks to borrow stuff, tell him no.

You will get used to some of the other stuff (rap music, way he talks). But even it does continue to bug you, don't make a big deal about the minor stuff - it will make you look whiny.

 

He was from Russia, so no, he didn't have a computer. In fact, he didn't have anything. "What a country!"

Here's a funny story about him, though. During one of our many fire drills, he decided he had had enough with fake fires, so he promptly sat at my desk, fired up IRC, and proclaimed to me that he was NOT going to participate in the drill. I told him, "Whatever," and proceeded to leave the dorm. When a fireman (who obviously took the drill seriously) caught him in the room, he dragged his ass downstairs by his arm and started ripping into him about protocol and what not in front of everyone. The fireman made a total example of that a-hole. It was simply classic. He got in a heap of trouble for that, too.

The guy had no manners, either. My parents took him out to dinner, and he didn't even have the decency to thank them. He was also prone to insulting my friends to their face.

In addition to my "bread" insult, I had one other unfailing attack. If he started yet another annoying "Russia is better than Texas" conversation, I would answer him like Fearless Leader from Rocky & Bullwinkle, telling him to give up the fight and "Destroy Moose and Squirrel." That also quieted him, too.

 

This has got to be one of my favorite threads. My stomach still hurts from laughing while reading some of the stuff that you'all have to put up with.

Nomar, you had me laughing the hardest. Allow me to offer some tips for dealing with your nutcase roomie:

*put nair in his Shampoo bottle and don't worry about the hair in the sink for weeks! When he asks, tell him you told him not to do use the bottle but he must have been to caught up listening to his rap music.

*leave out some old, dull, rusted ass razors for him to use. Stash the good stuff.

*Stash your personal use qtips. Put vaseline on the ones you leave out. If he asks how that happened, tell him your drunk friends must have done it.

*switch his alarm from am to pm

*burn his music player and say that it must have oveheated after he left the room.

*Glue the candy wrappers to the bottom of his shoes.

*Super glue the toothpaste cap on the tube.

*Buy a cheap small universal remote and keep it under your pillow. When he turns it on while your sleeping and wakes you up, have fun turining the tv off and on a change the channels right when he is about to win!

*Come home acting drunk but really sober and when he tries to start stuff, kick his ass. The next day you can say you were drunk and didn't know what you were doing!

*Wear a nose clip when he's around!

Have fun!!!

:edit--Pole, you must have posted while I was thinking up things I would do. Good call on the itching powder q-tips and death razor!!!

 

I am the only man sharing a house with 5 female college students...I need all the etiquete I can get.

 

You just need to be a gentleman……from now on, you need to open her car door for her, let her sit down and buckle her seat… and then just walk away, leaving the door wide open.

 

I'll help you fix that problem. Let me know if she leaves the top off the tequila, too...

One thing about me that annoys my wife is that I like to get a big glass of ice water to put on the night stand next to the bed when I go go sleep, so when I wake up thirsty in the middle of the night (it ALWAYS happens), I don't have to get up to get a glass of water. Well, we have a really small freezer and no deep freeze, so the ice cream sits right on top of the ice container in the freezer. I take out the ice cream to get some ice, but I forget to put the ice cream back in the freezer! I've ruined about 4 half gallon containers of ice cream since we got married in April...

 

Man, this reminds me of why I moved off campus after my first year. My roommate was just weird.

Him and I used to be best friends in HS and decided to room together ... why bother adjusting with someone else? From day one, I regretted EVERY second of the year. At one point, he had the chance to move somewhere and I kept urging him to do it, but he decided not to.

He would keep a stopwatch in the room to time his showers. Imagine this ... we lived about 4 doors from the bathroom, so he'd get naked in the room, but on his towel, grab his stuff, open the door, start the stopwatch and run to the bathroom. He'd come back and actually get MAD cuz it took him 3 seconds more than yesterday, and would laugh to himself if he did better from previous trips.

He had an acne problem, so he kept surgical syringes and would sit and pop his zits with the needles while we were watching TV, or right before eating, talk about ruining an appetite.

Slept on a piece of wood as a pillow. He used to have an electric blanket and dumbass started using it in September. Come November, its freezing outside and we're sleeping, and all of a sudden I'm feeling like an icicle ... the r****d has opened the window cuz the blanket was too warm ... huh?!?

Classical music 24/7 ... this has to be the worst thing. Then he would try and explain to me the nuances of this piece or that piece.

He would keep EMPTY utensils in MY fridge, and he had the nerve to write me a page long note to explain why it was a hassle that I had OJ taking up too much space and he couldn't fit his bowls, spoons, and plates in the fridge.

He'd open cans of Coke and pour them in bowls and put them on his desk for a few days and then drink it. LOL, that one actually cracks me up.

Ah, the memories ... I feel for you Nomar ... kick his ass. This one takes the cake: 'He acts like he is black, and is a thug. He talks like he is black too, but he's really Pakistani.' LOLOL