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nerwengreenSo where last I left off, I posted all the gory details of the situation with the problem flatmate, as of a month ago. It's friendlocked but I can still see it so I'm just going to write an update for myself now. To summarize:
All the ads for flatmates and rentals specify that they're looking for "quiet, tidy, considerate, respectful." Rob the Problem Flatmate was none of those. It was impossible to sleep an entire night through during weeknights because of all the noise he made, especially when his girlfriend was also there (on weekends I'm usually at Brett's place). He did turn out to be the psychopath kind of food thief - by the time he moved out a week ago, I'd worked out that his total tab on stolen food was about $45. He had trouble remembering that he didn't live in the house by himself, and that everything in it was not magically there for his sole use. He got evicted by the property manager for extreme untidyness. He currently owes me almost $500 for electric/internet, and by the time the next bill comes around it'll be closer to $600.
Meanwhile, the sale of the house is proceeding along. This week was all about getting everything cleaned up after Rob's messy departure. This weekend will be the first showing. The real estate people all think that the house will sell quickly. I'm looking for other places to live, figuring on moving in early December. Hopefully not too expensive, that has veggie garden space and a dishwasher. Unfortunately, all of the good places would require at least one flatmate, and I'm kind of done with flatmates (...again. I mean, I managed to not have one for pretty much my entire adult life up until I moved here).
I guess that's all I really want to say about that, at least in public.
All the ads for flatmates and rentals specify that they're looking for "quiet, tidy, considerate, respectful." Rob the Problem Flatmate was none of those. It was impossible to sleep an entire night through during weeknights because of all the noise he made, especially when his girlfriend was also there (on weekends I'm usually at Brett's place). He did turn out to be the psychopath kind of food thief - by the time he moved out a week ago, I'd worked out that his total tab on stolen food was about $45. He had trouble remembering that he didn't live in the house by himself, and that everything in it was not magically there for his sole use. He got evicted by the property manager for extreme untidyness. He currently owes me almost $500 for electric/internet, and by the time the next bill comes around it'll be closer to $600.
Meanwhile, the sale of the house is proceeding along. This week was all about getting everything cleaned up after Rob's messy departure. This weekend will be the first showing. The real estate people all think that the house will sell quickly. I'm looking for other places to live, figuring on moving in early December. Hopefully not too expensive, that has veggie garden space and a dishwasher. Unfortunately, all of the good places would require at least one flatmate, and I'm kind of done with flatmates (...again. I mean, I managed to not have one for pretty much my entire adult life up until I moved here).
I guess that's all I really want to say about that, at least in public.
