Weird Flatmate

I've always been one to say that rules were made to be broken and it's served me pretty well over the years. But when I live with someone, there has to be a few rules to keep things ship-shape in the house but as Mel writes, sometimes rules can go too far....

"A while ago I found this ad at uni looking for a flatmate to share a unit with. Anyway after a successful interview I moved into the unit and shortly afterwards I started having problems. The various problems included: 1. I was not allowed to have the lights on in more than one room at night. It was a huge crime against humanity on the few occassions I breached this rule. 2. I was told that the tumble dryer did not work but when I later tried it, after having to remove all these little knick knacks from inside it, it worked perfectly. 3. I was told off by a message on a Post-It note that was attached to the bathroom mirror for leaving a tiny bit of water on the bathroom floor (the puddle of water would not have been bigger than a 5 cent coin). 4. I was also told off when I admitted that I had accidentally set the security alarm off for a couple of minutes during the middle of the day, as it might upset the neighbours. 5. I became suspicious that my flatmate was reading my personal papers (ie pay slips) so I deliberately put some papers in specific positions to see what would happen and later found that these papers had been moved. Well I only stayed in this unit for a few months before I decided my sanity deserved better." Whats the strangest rule that a flatmate has imposed on you (or tried to)? Did it work or did you break it every chance you got?

COMMENT: AUTHOR: julie EMAIL: dastardly_bastards@hotmail.com DATE: 2006-05-26 17:35:42 i lived in this six bedroom house in brisbane and in the year we rented the place from start to finish i had lived with 15 people, not to mention a record of 7 at one time. I lived with a gay guy who was like a dad to me but would get drunk on cask wine and i'd have to put him to bed. i lived with a guy who cremated pets for a living, was completly depressed, had a cupboard full of sleeping pills and stole our next door neighbours dog! Then there was the stripper who used to "get ready" for work by hanging around in see through underwear while i was trying to eat dinner because it "helped her get in the mood". She had the unfortunate demise of hanging out with f**kwits who drugged her one night, reportedly raped her and then ran off with a bunch of our stuff. She meanwhile, in her haze, punched the front window, left a trail of blood through the house and due to severing a tendon in her thumb, now can't use her hand. But the best by far was this guy who my mate dan and i met at the pub, who we lied to for six months by telling him that we were brother and sister, before coming out and telling him the truth before the stories of me and dan having sex came out- which they did, and it was awkward any way. But this piece of work guy got a free bed, only had to pay $40 p/w to live in the city and got free drugs from our other room mate. Only he never paid rent, ate everyone elses food never lifed a finger, except to put a hole in the wall- and was essentially the reason we got kicked out. he owed us heaps of money for bills and in completely his own style, tried to plea his case, then got angry at us for getting mad at him, and then when the words "we're taking you to court mother..." came out, he got rid of his phone and disappeared of the face of the earth. Thanks to say i live with some better people now except that they're 4 new zealanders who have tastefully put up a sign in our loungeroom that reads -"the new zealand take-over"...yes, yes it is. jules

This entry was posted on May 23, 2006 10:43 PM and is filed under Cheapskates, Secret lives.